At times of the severest depression, humor is what binds people together.
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it.
Depression is a prison where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer.
There was a time when I was 19 when I really, really, really thought I was going crazy. I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.
So often we are depressed by what remains to be done and forget to be thankful for all that has been done.
When you’re depressed you don’t control your thoughts, your thoughts control you. I wish people understood that.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
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.
I understand your pain. Trust me, I do. I’ve seen people go from the darkest moments in their lives to living a happy, fulfilling life. You can do it too. I believe in you. You are not a burden. You will NEVER BE a burden.
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.
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.
Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.
Just because I can’t explain the feelings causing my anxiety doesn’t make them less valid.
Positive thoughts and prayer have been the best means available, since the beginning of time, to transform darkness to light.
You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.