Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.
Mark Z. DanielewskiMots clés darkness light depression desperation
Your path might be a lonely one... but, you are NOT alone!
Martin R. LemieuxMots clés happiness pain joy alone depression anxiety
adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends.
Darnell Lamont WalkerMots clés friends depression adult cried
I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.
Sadegh HedayatMots clés star depression astronomy
Why would a person prefer the accusations of guilt, unworthiness, ineptitude - even dishonor and betrayal- to real possibility? This may not seem to be the choice, but it is: complete self effacement, surrender to the "others", disavowal of any personal dignity and freedom-on the one hand; and freedom and independence, movement away from the others, extrication of oneself from the binding links of family and social duties-on the other hand. This is the choice that the depressed person actually faces.
Ernest BeckerMots clés freedom depression repression
Depression: the healthy suspicion that modern life has no meaning and that modern society is absurd and alienating.
Neel BurtonMots clés happiness society madness depression modern-life mental-illness
Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn’t change who we were or what had happened.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés family relationships grief depression anxiety mental-illness glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
When Dad was in the middle of a description of the hotel’s laundry facility, I interrupted. “Why haven’t you told me today, like you do every day, that Mom’s going to be better soon?”
He looked up then. His gaze locked with mine and held a promise that no matter what he said or didn’t say, he and I would ride this out together. “I haven’t told you that today, Meg, because I don’t know.
Mots clés grief depression separation anxiety glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin.
He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change.
Mots clés love family romance grief depression separation mental-illness young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction wyoming glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk
Sometimes, in the stillness of my room, my mom’s voice came to me, repeating things she’d said for months. Like, “My skin is melting off my face, isn’t it?” And, “My whole body feels dead from the crap they’re pouring into me. Do I look green to you?” And, “When I’m naked, I can see my heart beating.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés grief depression family-relationships anxiety medication young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk mother-daughter-relationship
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