"But sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don't really know why we are. So we say we aren't sad. But we really are."
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. The fog is like a cage without a key.
“ We all just want to be loved We want to have someone hold our hand during each painful moment and say that it's alright We just want to lie in bed and feel someone lying next to us ”
❝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.❞