I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.

I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

In a typical mental health catch-22, the alienating nature of depression tends to keep its sufferers from finding their way to the very support groups that might help them.

I am so tired of the girl in the infirmary, I am so sick of the girl who cries wolf all the time - even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm. Not one of my pleas was ever less than truly urgent because when it's all in your mind, there always IS a wolf.

It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.