I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories...

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there read more

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come. When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black. It will just go back to the way it was before.

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.

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.

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy read more

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.

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.

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts

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.

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.