How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?
Stephanie PerkinsSo what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?
Stephanie PerkinsBecause that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
Stephanie Perkins