I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
Suffering is the positive element in this world, indeed it is the only link between this world and the positive.
I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.
If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile.
People think they know me, but they don’t. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.
Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.
No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it’s hard to carry on when, No one loves you.
I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?
I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
The sadness will last forever.
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
It’s brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.
Solitude was my only consolation – deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I’m a happy-go-lucky manic-depressive. It does get very deep and dark for me, and it gets scary at times when I feel I can’t pull out of it. But I don’t consider myself negative-negative. I’m positive-negative.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
I’ll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.