Everybody's vaguely miserable sometimes...and most people are vaguely miserable most of the time. The trick is to scrap your way from the most-of-the-time to the some-of-the-time category.

Manic depressives have all the luck; they soar between crashes. The best us regular depressives can do is battle our way up to normal every now and then.

Once you get used to being treated like you matter, it's hard to uproot and move somewhere where you don't.

Movement eases turmoil.

Bravery isn't what you do so much as how you look back at what you did.

Something has to matter. Otherwise, a person's life will be miserable and empty.

Traumatic events always happen exactly two years before I reach the maturity level to deal with them.