It's easy to be heavy; hard to be light.
I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.
That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.
It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.
Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.
The only thing more exhausting than being depressed is pretending that you're not.
Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.