Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.

Such a little man could not have made so big a depression.

I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so read more

I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so it festers and turns into pus - a pustule of emotion that explodes into a festering cesspool of depression.

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe read more

The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.

Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence.

Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence.

If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are read more

If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm you.

Depression is the inability to construct a future

Depression is the inability to construct a future

This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing read more

This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night’s rest.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night’s rest.

I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. read more

I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.