The most likely person to kill you is your wife, but that probably won't happen. What probably will happen is a million little betrayals of varying degrees of pain, brought on by people you love, the only ones who really can hurt you.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.

Depression is all about if you loved me you would. As in, if you loved me you would stop doing your schoolwork, stop going out drinking with your friends on a Saturday night, stop accepting starring roles in theater productions, and stop doing everything besides sitting here by my side and passing me Kleenex and aspirin while I lie and creak and cry and drown myself and you in my misery.

Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I’d like.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead