Depression Quotes - Page 17

Sometimes the emptiness in a room becomes palpable as if you could reach out and touch it real, hear its silence, feel its black nothingness. It invades your spirit, your soul like a stealthy misperception; a liquid lie that whispers and will not die, and makes you fight to stay alive.

I needed her to stop. Needed not to hear the pain in her voice-to see the way she was twisting the pocketbook strap. If she kept talking, she might break down and tell me everything.

How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.

I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.

The pain will always be in you  -  but you will not always be in pain.

I like games, board games, mind games and games of life. Just don't play games with my heart because you won't like the way I brake the rules.

On Major Depression, quoted by the great William Styron of Sophie's Choice & Darkness Visible:
From Darkness Visible, William Styron

"It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia, wholly unknown to normal life.

When someone close to you dies, you feel like you might die too. It takes some of the life out of you for a time.

I have prayed many times that God would give me wisdom and I concur with Solomon here when he says that with "much wisdom there is much grief." The more you know, the harder life is. The more pain and suffering you see, the more you come to realize that "it is a grievous task which God has given to the sons of men.

Can you admit on here that you have an affliction for millions of other people to see? Then that is great and a huge step towards your recovery.

It isn't discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It's this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain - and it's known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn't death that's the disease.

When you feel life is tough.. take a trip around a nearby hospital and all your worries will start looking smaller.

Pain

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam -
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

I’m going inside of myself and never coming out.

I would if somebody would want to but of course nobody would want to so I wouldn't want to force anybody to want to.

If I die, does that stop my pain, or just makes it worse?

Is suicide the last thing in live, that you can do, which makes us a human again? Is death a good way, to show the world, that I was in pain? Who would be there crying for you, after my death? Yes, I know what you are going to say "Your family and friends" but, who I was? Nobody... nobody at all...

We are far, far stronger than our pain

In this week I see such a picture of life, hard and joyful pressed up together and sleeping in the same bed. They come knit together. The lines of pain run through the joy and remind us to go all in, because life is short. The joy edges the pain and gives us a reason to rise.