501 Depression quotes

When people don’t know exactly what depression is, they can be judgmental.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

You’re like a grey sky. You’re beautiful, even though you don’t want to be.

When you’re surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you’re by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don’t feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you’re really alone.

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.”

You say you’re ‘depressed’ – all I see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy.

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colors and shades I knew existed.

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it’s a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.

Concern should drive us into action and not into a depression. No man is free who cannot control himself.

You don’t have to live a lie. Living a lie will mess you up. It will send you into depression. It will warp your values.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering…

That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.

If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.

Don’t try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

Life is ten percent what you experience and ninety percent how you respond to it.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.

Crying is one of the highest devotional songs. One who knows crying, knows spiritual practice. If you can cry with a pure heart, nothing else compares to such a prayer. Crying includes all the principles of Yoga.

I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.

I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.

Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me.

I’m not grateful for depression, but it honestly made me work harder and gave me the drive that I have to succeed and to make it work.

Mental illness lives all around us every day. I’ve seen it in other family members, I’ve seen it in friends, and I’ve dealt with it myself with my own post partum depression.

Anger, resentment and jealousy doesn’t change the heart of others– it only changes yours.

Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.

The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitably lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?

I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.

Sometimes, life will kick you around, but sooner or later, you realize you’re not just a survivor. You’re a warrior, and you’re stronger than anything life throws your way.

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking.

When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

At heart, I have always been a coper, I’ve mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I’ve always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I’d be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.

It’s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors…Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat…What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

Because 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 lungs. 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.

I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts – you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

If I can’t feel, if I can’t move, if I can’t think, and I can’t care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.

I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine – I’m here. Is there something wrong with that? Absolutely.

It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.

So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we have the key.

Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect.

It’s brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.

You’re fucked. You thought you were going to be someone, but now it’s obvious you’re nobody. You haven’t got as much talent as you thought you had, and there was no Plan B, and you got no skills and no education, and now you’re looking at forty or fifty years of nothing. Less than nothing, probably. That’s pretty heavy. That’s worse than having the brain thing, because what you got now will take a lot longer to kill you. You’ve got the choice of a slow, painful death, or a quick, merciful one.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,–when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don’t believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it’s good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.

It doesn’t get better,” I said. “The pain. The wounds scab over and you don’t always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you’ll never be the same.

Sometimes I just think depression’s one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there’s so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

Imagine a society that subjects people to conditions that make them terribly unhappy then gives them the drugs to take away their unhappiness. Science fiction It is already happening to some extent in our own society. Instead of removing the conditions that make people depressed modern society gives them antidepressant drugs. In effect, antidepressants are a means of modifying an individual’s internal state in such a way as to enable him to tolerate social conditions that he would otherwise find intolerable.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt

Certainly the most destructive vice if you like, that a person can have. More than pride, which is supposedly the number one of the cardinal sins – is self-pity.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.

My mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: “Henry, smile! Why don’t you ever smile?” and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw

You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don’t stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people grow up sooner, many grow up later. Some never really do. But just remember that some people in this world are older versions of those same kids we cry for.

This fall I think you’re riding for—it’s a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill, let yourself fall ill.

I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. I’m not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don’t need to show me their badges. I know these guys very well.

How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can’t make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don’t get back on track somehow, I’m dead, that’s the sense I get. There isn’t a single strong emotion inside me.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant.

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression’s actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity.

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all slotted into their lives; then I could see me—I’d lost my place in the universe. It had closed up and there was nowhere for me to be. I was more lost than I had known it was possible for any human being to be.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I should anymore. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I shouldn’t, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I don’t want to do anything. I don’t even want to start this day because then I’ll just be expected to finish it.

So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, “but there was nothing the matter with her.”

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

It’s so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint-it’s a physical thing, like it’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out.

I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn’t one I’ll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it’s worth it.

I’ll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.

I’m not better, you know. The weight hasn’t left my head. I feel how easily I could fall back into it, lie down and not eat, waste my time and curse wasting my time, look at my homework and freak out and go and chill at Aaron’s, look at Nia and be jealous again, take the subway home and hope that it has an accident, go and get my bike and head to the Brooklyn Bridge.

I go through a lot of depression, and I know other people do, too, but I have an outlet that so many people don’t. If you have that inside of you and can’t get it out, what do you do?

It is very hard to explain to people who have never known serious depression or anxiety the sheer continuous intensity of it. There is no off switch.

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, ‘There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.’ Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Surround yourself with loving, caring, happy people and get rid of the negative people that drag you down.

Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently.

Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

Don’t let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was.

If there is no struggle, there is no progress.

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.

Just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it isn’t so.

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

You must hold your quiet center, where you do what only you can do.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.

The only journey is the journey within.

Start by doing what’s necessary, then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

Even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

What mental health needs is more sunlight, more candor, and more unashamed conversation.

Your illness is not your identity. Your chemistry is not your character.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Mental health…is not a destination, but a process. It’s about how you drive, not where you’re going.

Just keep swimming.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have the right to be here.

If we start being honest about our pain, our anger, and our shortcomings instead of pretending they don’t exist, then maybe we’ll leave the world a better place than we found it.

I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant.

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression’s actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity.

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all slotted into their lives; then I could see me—I’d lost my place in the universe. It had closed up and there was nowhere for me to be. I was more lost than I had known it was possible for any human being to be.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I should anymore. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I shouldn’t, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

I don’t want to do anything. I don’t even want to start this day because then I’ll just be expected to finish it.

So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, “but there was nothing the matter with her.”

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

It’s so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint-it’s a physical thing, like it’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out.

I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

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Depression is not madness, it’s just depression, the loser version, the low-energy response to bad stuff that happens in your life.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

It’s hard to part the curtains when the dark holds such familiarity.

Life is not a dress rehearsal. Every day, you should have at least one exquisite moment.

The only cure I have ever known for fear and doubt and loneliness is an immense love of self.

Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.

It is okay to still be putting yourself together.

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

Healing is an inside job.

When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

If you are in a bad mood go for a walk. If you are still in a bad mood go for another walk.

Keep yourself busy if you want to avoid depression. For me, inactivity is the enemy.

The mind is everything. What you think you become.

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

It is okay to admit that your wounds are still open. That you are still healing. It takes time. It takes time.

Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.

Do not ever let agony get comfortable beneath your skin.

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice. It takes love.

Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.

It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it.

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

Pause your life if you need to, care for yourself lovingly, do not ignore your rest, slow down so you can take a deep breath.

Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside of you that is greater than any obstacle.

The way you speak of yourself, the way you degrade yourself, into smallness is abuse.

You don’t have to control your thoughts. You just have to stop letting them control you.

Awareness is the first step in healing.

People become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them.

You have been criticizing yourself for years, and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.

There are far, far better things ahead than anything we leave behind.

Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize you are. What a lucky sack of stars.

Everything you have ever wanted is sitting on the other side of fear.

I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

You have a treasure within you that is infinitely greater than anything the world can offer.

Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold.

The only way out is through.

Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.

Once you choose hope, anything is possible.

In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says I’m possible!

Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

You will feel better than this, maybe not yet, but you will. You just keep living until you are alive again.

Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.

But if you’re broken, you don’t have to stay broken.

All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

One of the most healing things you can do is recognize where in your life you are your own poison.

A positive attitude gives you power over your circumstances instead of your circumstances having power over you.

Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget about everything except what you’re going to do now — and do it.

Man is not worried by real problems so much as by his imagined anxieties about real problems.

Pessimism leads to weakness, optimism to power.

I’ll never forget how depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.

A lot of people don’t realize that depression is an illness. I don’t wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it.

In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

I used to be good friends with my depression, saying oh I’m so depressed, or life is terrible.

Recovering from depression is like grass growing. In other words, it takes time. You may not be able to see grass growing, but the important thing is that it is.

Happiness comes as a result of conflict, resolution, and growth — as the result of having to work at something.

My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.

Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.

Just remember that the darkest night did not turn out all the stars.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.

We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.

Depression taught me the importance of compassion and hard work and that you can overcome enormous obstacles.

Having depression is being in an abusive relationship with yourself.

Pain is emotional. Depression and fear are always in company with chronic hurting.

If we admit our depression openly and freely, those around us get from it an experience of freedom rather than the depression itself.

Getting better from depression demands a lifelong commitment. I’ve made that commitment for my life’s sake and for the sake of those who love me.

If depression is creeping up and must be faced, learn something about the nature of the beast: You may escape without a mauling.

People with depression have something very valuable to teach us… how to live when it doesn’t ever feel good.

I suffer from deep depression, so my only release is music.

You got this. One day at a time. You are resilient, courageous, and capable. Be proud of yourself. It isn’t easy enduring depression/anxiety.

Only stepping out of old ruts will bring new insights.

Every day of our lives, we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.

The Universe has your back even when things aren’t working out the way you expected.

Being depressed, all I needed was someone who could listen to me, believe in me, encourage me, but most of all, understand me.

Nothing has a hold on your mind that you cannot break free of.

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

It’s not too late to recover. You’re young, you’re tough. You’re adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift up your head and move on.

We can’t take away the suffering of others. What we can do is show up for them. And in doing so, take away the pain of having to suffer alone.

You are allowed to take your time to grow in your own beautiful way.

It is okay to have depression, it is okay to have anxiety and it is okay to have an adjustment disorder. We need to improve the conversation. We all have mental health in the same way we all have physical health.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are an entire ocean in a drop.

I was born with a great awareness of my surroundings and other people … Sometimes that awareness is good, and sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sensitive.

Depression doesn’t take away your talents—it just makes them harder to find.

If you have been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle to other living beings, then you’re a badass with a heart of an angel.

A sense of humor is the best indicator that you will recover; it is often the best indicator that people will love you. Sustain that and you have hope.

Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.

You didn’t get past something like that, you go through it — and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is a plain and simple reduction of feeling.

Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I’m going to help you forgive the things that you won’t let yourself forget.

Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were.

You don’t know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

Depression is anger turned inward.

Maybe all you need to pull you back from the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.

However, when we are depressed, being reminded of other people’s suffering only serves to increase our self-hatred.

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

Suffering is not holding you; you are holding suffering.

Difficult events occur for our spiritual growth. These aren’t meant to be punishment. Beautiful sunset awaits after heavy rain.

We are always trying to build a bridge between ‘what is’ and ‘what should be’. And in that, there is contradiction and conflict.

Meditation can and will order your thinking and therefore your mind. As we heal the wounded places in our minds, we grow.

Even on your worst days, you are always worth love and respect. Don’t ever settle for anything less.

The greatest wisdom lies on the other side, immediately on the other side, of the greatest despair.

I know it sounds strange, but I look back on my depression fondly. So much anxiety in my life comes from not knowing what to do or how to behave, but everyone knows how to be sad.

Depression is a gift. The only inconvenience is that you need to wait a few weeks, and sometimes a few years, to appreciate it. Be patient.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

When you do not get to the root of the problem, you cannot solve it in any meaningful manner.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

Resistance to unwanted circumstances has the power to keep those circumstances alive and well for a very long time.

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

The faster you accept reality, the faster you find peace of mind.

Almost everyone is overconfident except the people who are depressed, and they tend to be realists.

We must abandon completely the notion of blaming the past for any kind of situation we’re in.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

In the flame of awareness, all problems are finally resolved.

Hope fills the holes of my frustration in my heart.

I can do this… I can start over. I can save my own life and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

It was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.

I am a work in progress.

The smiles of the unhappiest are often the widest.

I mustn’t run away.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

I got a monster within . . . my own self!

The opposite of play is not work—the opposite of play is depression.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

The world can ask you to participate, but it’s a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.

I am alive because you want me to.

The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it, and it kills in many instances because its anguish can no longer be borne.

You always say such lovely things to me, Red. Do you say them to yourself?

Some people avoid thinking deeply in public, only because they are afraid of coming across as suicidal.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.

I was so self-critical. I still am; but it’s not as bad anymore.

Your silence furnishes a dark house. But even at the risk of burning, the moth always seeks the light.

I thought by masking the depression with silence, the feelings might disappear.

I found that with depression, one of the most important things you can realize is that you’re not alone. You’re not the first to go through it, you’re not gonna be the last to go through it.

After every Olympics I think I fell into a major state of depression, and after 2012 that was probably the hardest fall for me.

I didn’t eat. I stayed in my room. I was in a really bad place in life, going through that lonely period: ‘Who am I? Who are friends? My life changed.'

Sadly, too often, the stigma around mental health prevents people who need help from seeking it. But that simply doesn’t make any sense.

I’m struggling just to get through the days. I think a lot of people are. This life can rip you apart.

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

It’s difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness.

Telling someone with depression to pull themselves together is about as useful as telling someone with cancer to just stop having cancer.

There’s nothing weak about struggling with mental illness.

Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.

When you’re feeling anxious, remember that you’re still you. You are not anxiety. Whenever you feel otherwise, remember that’s the anxiety talking. You are still you and hold the power in every moment.

This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

The head worries and the heart feels. They cannot function at the same time. When your feelings dominate, worry dissolves.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

The greatest mistake we make is living in constant fear that we will make one.

Doubt comes when your energy is low, when the body and mind feel exhausted. Someone who is full of enthusiasm or energy does not get doubts.

The struggle with that darkness is worth it.

If we live our lives on the superficial level, life becomes depressing. But when we connect with each other from the heart, then that makes life beautiful and authentic.

There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.

It’s a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it’s a depression when you lose yours.

The 24% unemployment reached at the depths of the Great Depression was no picnic.

The greatest generation was formed first by the Great Depression. They shared everything – meals, jobs, clothing.

An entire nation, it seemed, was standing in one long breadline, desperate for even the barest essentials. It was a crisis of monumental proportions. It was known as the Great Depression.

The Great Depression, like most other periods of severe unemployment, was produced by government mismanagement rather than by any inherent instability of the private economy.

What I find so interesting is, Herbert Hoover in August 1928 said no country in the world was closer to abolishing poverty than the United States. And then, of course, we had the Great Depression.

As a young man, I lived through the Great Depression, when banks failed and so many lost their jobs and homes and went hungry. I was fortunate to have a job at a canning factory that paid 25 cents an hour.

Economic depression cannot be cured by legislative action or executive pronouncement. Economic wounds must be healed by the action of the cells of the economic body – the producers and consumers themselves.

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It meets a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself but poverty itself is romanticized by fools.

During the Great Depression, African Americans were faced with problems that were not unlike those experienced by the most disadvantaged groups in society. The Great Depression had a leveling effect, and all groups really experienced hard times: poor whites, poor blacks.

Depression weighs you down like a rock in a river. You don’t stand a chance. You can fight and pray and hope you have the strength to swim, but sometimes, you have to let yourself sink. Because you’ll never know true happiness until someone or something pulls you back out of that river–and you’ll never believe it until you realize it was you, yourself who saved you.

I keep moving ahead, as always, knowing deep down inside that I am a good person and that I am worthy of a good life.

Don’t be a reflection of your depression, your dark, or your ugly. Reflect what you want. Your light, your beauty, & your strength. Aspire for greatness – reflect who you are; not which deficits you maintain. Showcase the hidden treasures.

Some people are silently struggling with burdens that would break our backs.

Some people suffer in silence, pain in the hearts but smiles on their faces.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but it’s going to be ok. You’re doing the best you can with what you have.

It ain’t our choice to be sad, But it’s our duty to not let depression bite into us

Sometimes the ones who smile the widest, hide the most troubled tears, and those who roar the loudest laughs, do so to drown the saddest frowns.

Just as the triggers for depression are correct and present every day, so are triggers for joy.

Living in the past will make you feel depressed.

A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you’re in a room full of a million people.

I wasn’t empty because others abandoned me, but because I had abandoned myself.

Depression is melancholy minus its charms – the animation, the fits.

I wanted to write a story about my struggles with depression and mental health. It’s an issue that needs to be talked about more.

They say depression is just anger turned inward. Sometimes I turn it outwards, sometimes I turn it inward, but I know it’s about self-worth.

Depression is a devastating illness, causing great suffering in the afflicted and anxiety to their nearest and dearest: it can hit at any age.

Depression – it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven’t been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it’s truly different.

I believe that everyone experiences depression to some degree at some time in their lives. And there are probably millions of people who live with a low level of sadness and heaviness day in and day out.

I’ve had a tremendous problem with depression in my life. I’d rather not talk about it, because it’s over. But depression is real.

As I kept having episodes of depression, I realized that it was not a one-off: that I had, well, not a disease, really – more an illness.

All it takes is a beautiful fake smile to hide an injured soul and they will never notice how broken you really are.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

I was depressed because I was nothing. And I couldn’t become something again because I was depressed. I was stuck in quicksand.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

Depression isn’t a war you win. It’s a battle you fight every day.

Depression is like a heaviness you can’t ever escape.

Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Depression, you take me to dark places.

I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out.

What people never understand is that depression isn’t about the outside; it’s about the inside.

Feeling your feelings will not lead to depression.

[Slow breathing] is like an anchor in the midst of an emotional storm: the anchor won’t make the storm goes away, but it will hold you steady until it passes.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

Embrace the void and have the courage to exist.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions so that we do not get lost in the darkness.

Nothing is quite as depressing as depression.

Isolation and loneliness are central causes of depression and despair.

I can’t think of anything more disheartening than living a life without a clear purpose.

Depression isn’t just being a bit sad. It’s feeling nothing. It’s not wanting to be alive anymore.

I’m tired of pretending that everything’s fine just so I can please everyone else.

I may have looked happy but inside I was hopelessly depressed.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it’s the worst.

Depression is the inability to construct a future.

Until you’ve had depression I don’t think you’re qualified to talk about it.

Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

In my experience the best way to beat depression is to get involved in something inspiring.

I want to help people with depression understand that there is hope, so that they can get the help they need to live rich, fulfilling lives.

Stop putting it off! Procrastination breeds guilt, guilt breeds depression, and depression breeds failure.

Enthusiasm is followed by disappointment and even depression, and then by renewed enthusiasm.

Depressed, anxious, sad, frightened? Yes. But I’ve never been bored.

If I didn’t try to eavesdrop on every bus ride I take or look for the humor when I go for a walk, I would just be depressed all the time.

Depression is a treatable medical illness like cancer and heart disease.

Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

There’s no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed, yes. Crazy, yes. But there’s no excuse for boredom, ever.

We all know pain doesn’t exist without some coexisting depression.

I think if there’s a great depression there might be some hope.

Depression is like a virus, once it gets inside your mind it multiplies itself and tries to poison every happy thought in your mind.

If emotions are like a roller coaster then depression is like a derailment. Your spirits crash to the depths of a decline in which all happiness is lost.

The emotional experience of depression is difficult to describe to people who have not experienced it.

Depression is such a coward; it won’t come out when other people are around and tortures you when you are alone.

Depression looks normal from the outside, but it devours the person experiencing it on the inside.

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.

Deep depression is like quicksand: if you struggle too much, you will only dig yourself in further.

Don’t fight your emotions; learn to acknowledge them.

Depression is like having the lights in your head turned off. You can’t see your way clearly through anything. You can’t handle anything.

Regular exercise can really help you to reduce your stress levels, anxiety and depression. When you exercise your brain releases endorphins.

Sharing our depressions felt like having survived a war. The experience bonds you to the other person for life.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

Depression is a choice.

Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one’s taking.

Something crucial about depression … The smarter you were, the worse it was. The sharper your brain, the more it cut you up.

Depression is only reached the instant your mind rejects the most basic of instincts – the need to survive at all costs.

During depression the world disappears … because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

You largely constructed your depression. It wasn’t given to you. Therefore, you can deconstruct it.

To some degree depression is a function of unconscious anger. Pay attention to your angry feelings. Don’t feel guilty about them.

Depression is an illness that robs one of the meaning of life. Heal the illness. As the depression heals, enthusiasm, well-being, and a sense of life’s purpose will return.

Depression is close to me, but suicide hasn’t been.

The ongoing successful treatment of my depression is the single most important positive step I have taken in my life, hence my enthusiasm for the subject.

I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed.

The true opposite of depression is not gaiety or absence of pain, but vitality: the freedom to experience spontaneous feelings.

Depression is a very sensible reaction to just about everything we live in now.

While each of us … has depressed hours, none of us needs to be a depressed person.

It is so often true that whether a person carries with him an atmosphere of gloom and depression or one of confidence and courage depends on his individual outlook.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.

With depression, you can go in and out of it and not really know whether it’s still there or not. Sometimes I’d find myself bursting into tears for no reason.

Depression comes out of the arse end of nowhere and not only takes away control – of who you are, of what you believe and what you see – but also the will to gain it back.

One negative thought precedes the other, and together, they keep revolving in our heads, making us feel anxious and depressed.

I think I am suffering from a severe kind of depression, seriously. And there is no shame in accepting it.

Nothing cures depression like a quality jerk-off session in the bathtub, followed by a jog around the block.

Depression is a place that you have a key but you don’t look for it.

There are those who would judge you when you talk about depression openly. Ignore them, they are immature.

Don’t choose to be the reason for other people depression, but choose to be a solution for their depression.

Sometimes you have to give a little push, one way or the other, to get past the depression, low self-esteem, unhealthy relationships, procrastination, or whatever is holding you back from living your best life.

First and foremost, depression is creative fatigue and exhausted ability.

Depression is usually the result of focusing on a negative thought or situation way more often and for way longer than usual.

Depression often transforms the will to live into the will to leave (the world).

Depression is watching the stopped clock every day but never having courage to fix it.

Depression comes when, in the depths of despair, I cannot manage to save myself by my attachment to writing.

When depression becomes so intense that you start thinking of suicide, just remember one thing – you are doing the greatest favor to your enemies.

Depression is the thief of all the wonderful things that make human-ing worth it.

I know loneliness very well; depressing thoughts run the show, that’s the main aspect of loneliness.

Depression is kind of quantum physics of thought and emotion. It reveals what is normally hidden. It unravels you.

Depression is that state of mind when you’re called upon to give an account of your death while you’re still alive.

Smiles are antidotes to depression.

Depression is like losing a loved one, but the person you lose is yourself.

She’d memorized the verse about peace that passes all understanding, but all she felt was the weight of depression.

Depression takes all my vibrant colors and bashes them together until I am gray, gray, gray.

Sadness comes like dark clouds and goes away. It turns into depression if we consider it as a bad thing and become sad that we are sad.

The cause of depression is not from yourself, it is the impact of your surrounding.

He understands there is nothing special about emptiness, nothing interesting about depression.

Not everybody looks sad when they are depressed.

Not knowing that power is transient is courting shame. Not accepting it is an early sign of depression.

If I’m not talking myself out of depression, I’m talking myself into depression.

People without depression won’t understand that, but the fatigue of mental illness makes your very body a prison.

Depression isn’t a choice. Nobody chooses to be sad over being happy. It’s kind of a brain damage, and it’s as real as any other problem is.

Sometimes you choke on your breath, that’s what untreated depression can do to you.

People don’t fake depression. They fake being okay. Be Kind.

Depression is very real. I could not feel, so in many ways, I had a huge advantage.

I knew that getting angry was better than becoming depressed.

Depression lets me be sad at my own pace.

I drank whiskey because I was depressed, and whiskey made sure I stayed depressed.

Frustrations are what can lead to clouds of depression, but out of those clouds can come rainbows of hope.

Music is a weapon. With it, I wage war on depression. I don’t know about you.

Depression is a part of you; it’s in your bones and your blood.

The very last thing on earth to be is depressed simply because your life does not seem like the rest.

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts.

Four cups of coffee a day keeps depression at bay.

Within depression, if my existence is on the verge of collapsing, its lack of meaning is not tragic–it appears obvious to me, glaring and inescapable.

Depression is real. It happens. We go through it. Hold onto yourself in those moments.

Failure of expectations tend to depression; failure of hopes makes the end.

Mentally strong people can overcome the depression & breath positively.

Having something to look forward to was the surest bet to keep himself from getting depressed.

Depression is the overvaluation of bad moments.

Depressed people are caught in a feedback loop in which distorted thoughts cause negative feelings, which then distort thinking further.

it’s the hope that drives every depressed person to the unstable mentality.

That depressed people sometimes commit suicide is viewed as the evolutionary cost that is required to keep the threat credible.

We expect the male labeled to be silent and strong, and thus not admit to vulnerabilities. Depression is the king of vulnerabilities, and so shame silences you.

The Joker can be the most depressed.

Humorous people are often privately struggling with depression.

Therapists have long known that may depressions go away only after a person finally gives up some long-sought goal and turns his or her energies in another direction.

Dealing with depression isn’t about trying to run away from the feeling; it’s about learning to walk alongside it.

The very same person can, at the very same time, seem at peace to some people, and depressed or even suicidal to some.

manic depression is the result of the sum of repetitiveness in life and expecting a different result.

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.

Depression is not a sign of weakness; it’s a testament to your strength, as you carry the weight of the world within you.

In the darkest moments, remember that even the most beautiful flowers bloom from the darkest soils.

Depression is a battle, but with the right support, it can be a battle won. You are not alone in this fight.

Just as storms pass and skies clear, so too shall the clouds of depression lift, revealing the sunshine of hope.

Depression is an ocean of despair, but with each wave, you learn to swim a little stronger.

Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Seek help when needed, for healing is possible.

Depression may cast a shadow, but remember that shadows are a reminder of the presence of light.

In your darkest moments, reach out for the lifeline of love and support. You are never as alone as depression wants you to believe.

Depression may be a formidable foe, but your spirit is an even greater warrior. Keep fighting, for brighter days await.

Depression is like a storm; it may shake you to your core, but it cannot extinguish the flame of your resilience.

Depression is a journey through the depths of your soul, and though it may be arduous, it can lead to profound self-discovery.

In the darkness of depression, remember that you possess an inner light, waiting to pierce through the gloom and guide you home.

Depression is a storm that can test your resilience, but within you lies the strength to weather any tempest.

Depression is not a life sentence; it’s a chapter in your story. Keep turning the pages, for there are brighter chapters ahead.

Your worth is not defined by the weight of depression. You are a masterpiece in progress, and your value is immeasurable.

In the depths of despair, you have the power to unearth the seeds of hope and nurture them into a garden of healing.

Depression may shroud your world in gray, but remember that even the most vibrant colors emerge from the darkest hues.

Your journey through depression is a testament to your resilience, a reminder that you possess the strength to overcome any obstacle.

Depression is a battle you can win, not by erasing the darkness, but by finding the light within yourself.

In the midst of depression, seek solace in the knowledge that your spirit is unbreakable, and you are capable of finding joy once more.

Those who suffer from depression would know that all the things that might seem nonsensical are eventually real.

Depression taught me how to love myself more than rejection ever could.

Depression has always registered to me as clinical despair.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what the storm is all about.

I have deep feelings of depression. What can I do about this? How can I help myself out of it?

Depression is a heavy burden, it causes cancer of the soul.

I started showing depression symptoms shortly after my very high altitude coworker stated that they were experiencing gender issues.

Depression isn’t just some exaggeration of casual sadness.

Equanimity is often mistaken for depression.

Those who demand you forget your pain are the ones who have never been hurt.

One of the best things you can do yourself is to have a positive mindset.

One of the hardest lessons I have learned from my messy life is that God sees trials differently than we do.

I have depression. But I prefer to say ‘I battle’ depression instead of ‘I suffer’ with it. Because depression hits, but I hit back. Battle on.

You are not your illness. You have an individual story to tell. You have a name, a history, a personality. Staying yourself is part of the battle.

All the suffering, stress, and addiction comes from not realizing you already are what you are looking for.

The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of the world but those who fight and win battles that others do not know anything about.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.

I didn’t want to be on medication. I didn’t want to be depressed. I just wanted it to go away.

The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our sense of well-being.

When you suffer from depression, ‘I’m tired’ means a permanent state of exhaustion that sleep doesn’t cure.

A lack of ideas, creativity, money, investors, health, friends, love, or kindness. Lack creates the emotional effect of Depression.

City life can manufacture depression with no expiry date

Overthinking can also lead to depression.

It sucks when depression is hidden behind the corners.

Worry, fear, anxiety, and depression were like an invisible fog.

By acting in a way that reflects your values and what you believe, you relieve the cognitive dissonance that can make stress and depression worse.

Depression end somewhere… here… when anxiety and panic attacks start attacking.

Even in my blackest depressions, I never regretted having been born.

Suicide isn’t the only way you can lose someone to depression.

Fighting The Daily Battle Together Against Suicide, PTSD, TBI And Depression.