That made me happy. That was my Anchor.

And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

I just want to not be me.

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

I wasn't going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I'd feel ashamed, which meant I'd get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn't get out of bed, which led to the ultimate thing—homelessness. If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away.

Putting lessons in young adult books is very dangerous.