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

Movement eases turmoil.

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.

Depression is like a headache or true love or any of those indefinable concepts. If you've never been there, you don't know what it's like until you're too far in to stop the process.

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.

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