Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

I could not bear the deep freeze settling around my bones at the thought that yet another attempt to get out of my life alive would end in disappointment. Time became palpable and viscous. Every minute, every second, every nanosecond, wrapped around my spine so that my nerves tightened and ached. I faded into abstraction. A self-generated narcosis created a painful blank where my mind used to be.

Getting help for substance abuse can be reduced to the deceptively simple focus of ‘keeping away from the dope.’ But what does getting help with depression mean? Learning to keep away from your own mind?

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

It's like Samson and Delilah: watch your back, because trouble could be the person you're sleeping with.