“If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say.”
“If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say.”
I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two-year-old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river, and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. I loved it because it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my pain.
— Elizabeth Wurtze
He was the man I loved for so many years. He held up my universe inside his pocket and picked up the stars so he could light up my night. I wanted to believe that he loved me too. Because he said so, in whispers, in screams, in his sleep, in his songs, in his eyes. For so many years, I let him invade my heart. He let me love him in my own selfish ways. We have so many misunderstandings we took a few days to settle and solve. And we have past mistakes that came up whenever we argue. He barely understood my own language but he studied it so he could see which part of me was vulnerable to hold.
If we are going to talk about endings, then probably that thing has been overused and was scratched too hard I felt numb. We broke up and we got back again. We stopped yet we started again. We paused yet we decided to keep going.
Yet, all endings always had its own severe ending. The one that makes you realize that it won’t come back. The one that makes you ache for silence because you know he won’t reach out. The ending that we all fear.
But I tried to move out and tried new places, without him. Without his shadow. Without his smile and grips and his voice that calms me down. I tried moving out and started collecting scattered dust until I could have my new universe again. I searched for him in someone else’s eyes and voice. I looked for him in someone else’s skin and smell. But I realized he was the only one. He was one of a kind that no matter how many times he hurts me, I could still take it. No matter how many times he forced me to leave, I’d still run as fast as I could in his snap of wave and flash of a smile.
I realized he never holds my universe rather he became my universe. That every time I hear the words love and pain, his face will appear crystallized.
Yet he found his new world.
He found it in you.
Now that you’re with him, you got to understand that he’s unpredictable and changes so often. But as long you could stay, please do.
I might be the girl he had as his dreams form. I might be the girl he got to watch his all-time favorite movies and the first who heard the songs he wrote as he strummed his guitar. I might be his first love as what he called it but you’re with him now.
And you will have him in ways I could never have. I am now a part of the past that will one day be forgotten.
Yet here you are, the one he sees spending the future with and the rest of his life with. The woman he sees growing a family with and pajama cuddles and morning coffees and the hand he’ll hold while traveling the world. The woman he sees sharing the same water bottle and beer-stained kisses, and teases under blankets or the hair he’ll play in his finger and the head that rests upon his chest when you sleep.
And he still has me,
more like a memory,
a told story,
an ending example.
But he has you,
more like a dream,
a vision of wedding aisle,
a wedding dress,
a mother to his children,
a body he comes home for,
a rocking chair,
He looks at you
the same way
I see him.
take care of him.
I took everything too seriously. I analyzed things to death. I turned every word, and the intonation of every word over in my mind trying to decide exactly what it meant, whether there was a subtext or an implied criticism. I tried to recall the expressions on people’s faces, how those expressions changed, what they meant, whether what they said and the look on their faces matched and were therefore genuine or whether it was a sham, the kind word touched by irony or sarcasm, the smile that means pity. That is what I would often be thinking and such thoughts ate away at the façade of self-confidence I was constantly raising and repairing.
“When the black thing was at its worst, when the illicit cocktails and the ten-mile runs stopped working, I would feel numb as if dead to the world. I moved unconsciously, with heavy limbs, like a zombie from a horror film. I felt a pain so fierce and persistent deep inside me, I was tempted to take the chopping knife in the kitchen and cut the black thing out. I would lie on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about that knife and using all my limited powers of self-control to stop myself from going downstairs to get it.”
~ Alice Jamieson
“Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?”
“I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.”
1. “Depression is a battle between a body that fights with all its might to survive and a mind that wants to die.”
2. “People ask me what depression is like. I tell them it’s a lot like walking down a dark hallway, never really knowing when the light turn goes on.”
3. “Remember this: You weren’t put here to be depressed. To feel guilty, ashamed, unworthy or condemned. You were put here to be victorious.”
4. “I honestly don’t know what I want in life. I don’t even know what I want right now. All I know is that it hurts so much inside, and it’s eating me alive. One day, there won’t be anything left of me.”
5. “I honestly don’t like getting close to people. In my mind, they’re just going to walk out of my life anyway no matter how close we were.”
6. “Depression is an overwhelming feeling of numbness, and the endless desire for something – anything – to take you from one day to the next.”
7. “I smile to make everyone’s day, but the truth is that I’m crying on the inside.”
8. “I hate feeling like I’m here, but I’m really not; like someone cares, but they really don’t; like I belong anywhere but here.”
9. “Sometimes, you just need that one person to tell you that you aren’t as bad as you think you are.”
10. “Depression makes you feel like you want to just disappear from the world, but in reality, all you truly want is to be found.”
11. “I really wish that I could go back to a time when I would smile, and it didn’t take every fiber of my being to do it.”
12. “In my mind, depression is comparing your current reality to a fantasy about how you think your life should really be.”
13. “Sometimes, you just don’t know the true weight of what you’re carrying until the day you feel its release.”
14. “I just don’t want to hurt anymore. Is that so much to ask?”
15. “The very worst kind of sadness is the kind that doesn’t have an explanation.”
16. “When words can’t express the pain you’re feeling, you cry. That’s the heart’s way of expressing the pain.”
17. “You never want people to see you cry because you want to be strong. But you hate how nobody seems to notice that you’re completely broken and torn apart inside.”
18. “It’s hard to answer the question “what’s wrong?” when nothing is right.”
19. “Depression is that feeling when you’re not really sad – you just feel empty inside.”
20. “That’s the scary thing about depression: humans can survive just about anything as long as we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. But depression is sneaky and it continues to build up each day. Ultimately, it becomes impossible to see the light. The fog is like being trapped in a cage without a key.”
31. “Depression is like drowning and you can see everyone around you breathing.”
32. “I’m really tired of feeling hopeless and worthless. But above everything else, I’m just tired of being so tired.”
33. “My fingers text “I’m good”. My lips say “I’m okay”. My heart says “I’m shattered to pieces”.”
34. “Sometimes it’s better to be alone. That way, no one can hurt me.”
35. “I already know what it feels like to give up. Now, I want to see what it feels like not to.”
36. “Don’t ever allow your loneliness and pain to drive you into the arms of someone you know you shouldn’t be with.”
37. “I really want to be happy, but there’s something inside me that screams “you don’t deserve it!””
38. “This life was given to you because you’re strong enough to live it.”
39. “Flowers always grow back – even if someone stomps on them. So will I.”
40. “She’s just like the moon – part of her has always hidden away.”
41. “Sometimes, the sadness makes it hard to breathe. It gets hard to talk about your demons when they’re sitting on your lungs.”
42. “Depression, panic attacks and anxiety are not signs of being weak. They are signs that a person has been too strong for too long.”
43. “I am my own worst enemy. I’m the one who beats me up. I am the one who creates the monsters. I am the one who strips away my own confidence.”
44. “The bravest, strongest thing I ever did was continue on with my life even though I wanted to die.”
45. “I am stronger because I had to be. I am smarter because I’ve made mistakes. I am happier because I’ve been sad. I am wiser now because I’ve learned.”
46. “Depression is almost like a reverse nightmare. Instead of waking up from a nightmare and feeling relieved, I woke up into a nightmare.”
47. “I keep things inside because that’s the safest place to hide.”
48. “They never told me that monsters don’t actually sleep under your bed; they live in your mind.”
49. “How did I go from being a happy, care-free, laughing six-year-old to this?”
50. “Depression has a way of sneaking up on me when I think I’m flying high. It clips my wing, but not both because I will not let it take over every single piece of me.”
51. “I’m only now just learning how to smile. It’s really not as easy as it sounds.”
52. “I’m heartbroken and sad. I’m hurt and depressed. All I want to do is cry, but I don’t want to let this ruin my life.”
53. “Pain is emotional. Depression and fear are always in company with chronic hurting.”
61. “I think it’s time to stop keeping track of all my mistakes, and just forgive myself.”
62. “I don’t mind being alone. It’s the loneliness that I hate.”
63. “I hate it when I get flashbacks of things I don’t want to remember.”
64. “Sometimes, this overwhelming feeling of sadness just washes over me out of nowhere. I get upset and I feel discouraged. I feel sad, hurt and hopeless. I feel numb to the world.”
65. “People always comment on how sad and tired I look. Of course, I look sad and tired. I am sad and tired.”
66. “Why does it always seem like it’s raining down on me?”
67. “I think I’m just afraid to be happy. Every time I get too happy, something bad happens.”
68. “This is my heart. Do you know where I can get it fixed?”
69. “Please stop asking if I’m okay. I’m really tired of lying.”
70. “Do you ever feel like the people of the world just forget you exist and still have feelings?”
71. “Someday, this pain will all make sense to you.”
72. “I’m pretty sure that no one else could ever criticize me as viciously as I criticize myself.”
73. “I feel like everyone else is busy living their lives while I’m stuck here inside of this hole I can’t climb out of.”
74. “My past is constantly haunting me, and I just can’t seem to figure out how to let it go.”
75. “I feel completely lost in my own mind. I bottle up my emotions until I burst. It’s a vicious cycle.”
76. “She could never really tell who would leave or stay, so she just pushed everyone away. It was much easier that way.”
77. “Although things may seem like they’re falling apart, they may actually be just falling into place.”
78. “Everyone is searching for that one person whose demons play nice with theirs.”
79. “The scars may have healed, but that doesn’t mean that the pain has.”
80. “To heal a wound, you have to stop touching it.”
81. “How do you run away from – escape – your own mind?”
82. “I can’t sleep at night. I can’t wake up in the morning either.”
83. “My life is a constant battle between wanting to be left alone, but not wanting to feel lonely.”
84. “When you’re depressed, sleep isn’t just sleeping; it’s an escape.”
85. “Sometimes, I’m really afraid to open up to my friends about my anxiety and sadness because they’ll think I’m just looking for attention.”
86. “Don’t think for a second that my bad days are a sign of weakness. Those are the days that I’m actually fighting the hardest.”
87. “I’ve reached a point where everything is incredibly overwhelming. Even the smallest of tasks make me feel like breaking down and crying my eyes out. It’s all just too much to bear right now.”
88. “I feel like, secretly, everyone around me hates me.”
89. “I always feel like everyone is prettier, funnier, skinnier, better than me.”
90. “Oh, there’s a hell. Trust me – I’ve been there.”
91. “You may smile, but you really want to cry. You may talk, but you really want to be silent. You pretend that you’re happy, but you really aren’t.”
92. “When you’re depressed, you just keep going and going until you finally crash and break down about anything and everything.”
93. “Depression is a kind of tired that no amount of sleep in the world can fix.”
94. “I’m really not sure if I’m depressed. I mean, I’m not really sad. But late at night when I’m alone, I just forget how to feel.”
95. “There are some days when I feel like I’m on top of the world. And then the next day, it’s falling down all around me.”
96. “I keep all the hurt and pain inside because I would rather have it destroy me than everyone else around me.”
97. “I think people really have a hard time understanding how stressful it can be to try and explain all the things going on in your head when you can’t even understand it yourself.”
98. “There are times when I feel like I’m getting better. I’ll eat normally. I’ll laugh more and talk more. I’ll sleep better. But then it’s like something happens – like a switch turns off in my mind. And all of sudden, I’m left with just the darkness of my mind.”
99. “You can’t change the things that are going on around you until you change the things that are going on within you.”
100. “I am just not me anymore. And that scares me.”
101. “I just never get my hopes up. That way, I can never be let down.”
102. “I’ve had people tell me that my depression is all in my head. But why would I ever want to feel this way?”
103. “When you feel like you’ve reached the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and keep holding on.”
104. “Sometimes, it’s the one person who tries to make everyone else happy that is the loneliest of all.”
105. “The strongest people in the world are not the ones who win battles in front of us, but the ones who win the battles we know nothing about.”
106. “You know that moment when you can physically feel the pain in your chest when something breaks your heart?”
107. “I think most people don’t realize that there are a lot of people out there who expend a tremendous amount of energy just trying to be normal.”
108. “I tend to be silent when I’m really screaming inside.”
109. “I knew who I was this morning, but since then, I’ve changed a few times.”
110. “Every person has their own secret sorrows that they hide from the world. Oftentimes, we call people cold when they’re just sad.”
111. “When I feel anxious, it’s because I’m living in the future. When I feel depressed, it’s because I’m still living in the past.”
112. “I’ve finally realized that I just have to accept things the way they are. Life gets much easier when you do this.”
113. “There are times when I just want to run away and see if anyone misses me.”
114. “I always compare myself to every person I see, and I lose every single time.”
115. “I know first-hand what it’s like to be completely terrified of your own mind.”
116. “Each day, you wake up just to fight the same demons that left you feeling utterly exhausted the day before.”
117. “Please – do not mock or poke fun at a pain that you’ve never personally endured.”
~via Awesoroo by David Gorkonel
Don’t ever allow your loneliness and pain to drive you into the arms of someone you know you shouldn’t be with.
If you don’t think your anxiety, depression, sadness, and stress impact your physical health, think again. All of these emotions trigger chemical reactions in your body, which can lead to inflammation and a weakened immune system. Learn how to cope, sweet friend. There will always be dark days. ~ Kris Carr
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. ~ Matt Haig
Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this. ~ Giles Andreae
We live in a society bloated with data yet starved for wisdom. We’re connected 24/7, yet anxiety, fear, depression, and loneliness is at an all-time high. We must course-correct. ~Elizabeth Kapu’uwailani Lindsey
I’ve always liked depressing music because a lot of times, listening to it when you’re down can actually make you feel less depressed. Also, even though a person may have problems with depression, sometimes you can actually be kind of comfortable in that space because you know how to operate within it. ~ Chris Cornell
It’s really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence. ~ Robert Smith
Never once, during any of my bouts of depression, had I been inclined or able to pick up a telephone and ask a friend for help. It wasn’t in me. ~ Kay Redfield Jamison
You don’t think in depression that you’ve put on a gray veil and are seeing the world through the haze of a bad mood. You think that the veil has been taken away, the veil of happiness and that now you’re seeing truly. ~ Andrew Solomon
I don’t want to wake up. I am having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It is almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I wake up each day into a nightmare. ~ Ned Vizzini
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.” ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel
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.
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. ~ Stephen Fry
I wonder if emptiness (of all sorts) is part of growing old. For some people, it is a simple matter of empty nest or retiring from a job or perhaps losing a partner. For others, it is more than that. Having worked near them, I happened to know that the favorite topic of elderly people is discussing who are not around anymore among their peers and family members. The conversation eventually leads and always ends up to the unavoidable examination and exploration of their own mortality and how much time they have left.
Another thing which fascinates me about older people is the interesting phenomenon of seemingly (or actually) falling (madly) in love in their last years of existence. I can tell you with conviction two events which I had observed from close by quite recently. One is about the grandmother of someone who is dear to me. She is well in her eighties already. A no-nonsense woman who doesn’t mince her words, stubborn and argumentative, she is the last person I thought would lose her head over someone who is not only young enough to be her youngest grandson but also sleek and in my eyes fake.
He was her nurse at the beginning but soon escalated to be the center of her universe. His visits were the only thing she was looking forward in her day to day life, so much so that she started cooking dinner for him, buying him gifts, phoning him dozen of times a day, tracking of his whereabouts and she associated his daily tasks of giving her baths with mutual attraction she even bought new sets of lingerie each week and never failed to tell to family members in details how he undressed and held her and how tender and careful he was, how tall, how handsome how kind, you get my drift.
During family gatherings, she reserved a prominent seat next to her for his apple of the eye she even did it at the “coffee table” after her husband’s funeral to the chagrin of her own children and grandchildren who are by the way opposed and scandalized by her unusual behavior. As it happens, authorities found out that the nurse is guilty of malpractice (together with his mother- talking of apple not falling far from the tree- involving money from his patients) and was sentenced and convicted. Even before it happened and there were already talks of his professional misconducts, she defended his virtue and integrity with her life and she still does even he is proven guilty already. What a love (or obsession) can do.
Another case is my very own mother. When she was alive she fell in love with one of my boyfriends (a very fine example of a tall dark and handsome and a body to die for but for some unknown reasons didn’t work for me) and like the old lady above was thoroughly smitten with the boy in his twenties. She was in her seventies that time, energetic and more alive and more supple than I could ever hope to be. When we broke up my mother cried for two weeks straight and refused to leave her bed. She never cooks again after that and often neglected not only her own personal hygiene and appearance but also of her quarter. I was flabbergasted and still is whenever I think about it.
I wonder if this strange phenomenon is unique only to these two cases I know or happens to most if not everyone and what are the factors, the reasons behind these incidents. It is the void, the cavity, the emptiness of growing old and being alone realizing it is their last chance they are trying to fill or it simply happens? Are they trying to create a focal point in their otherwise bleak existence to brighten their darkening days and have reasons to wake and stand up every morning? A last effort to feel and experience what was to take to their deathbeds? I don’t know. But whatever it is, I hope it will not happen to me. But in this life, you never know…
I feel like a fish out of water, a bird in the sea
But in the mirror is a girl who looks just like me
She goes through each day like she did before
Suddenly she just isn’t content anymore.
Each day is so fake, words are so hollow
She takes all this in, but it’s hard to swallow
Who is she, this girl that I see?
We look so alike, but how can this be?
I’m a horse in the city, a dog in a cage
A little girl in a body that’s three times my age
That’s not me in the mirror, no not at all
This girl hangs her head low, I held mine up tall.
How did I get so out of place
I want to look in the mirror and see my real face.
I want to hold my head high, I want to see;
There’s a girl looking back, but… she isn’t me.
(from a stranger I don’t recall the name)
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