If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

My radar, after all these years of sanity, is still off when it comes to what people do or don't mean.

In other words, it was a struggle with himself. And the product of that struggle: anger, bitterness, resentment, envy or transformation, aspiration, hope, decency..the product of that struggle is the quality of your life and the nature of your soul.

I didn't know there was something really wrong, because everyone was crazy. It's just that everyone else was still functional. I didn't realize that I was any worse off.

I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space.

Write a page every single day, even if what you put on the page that day is no good - it's the only way to get better.

What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.