"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
That’s not a room I’d want anyone to be in.
Do you ever feel people staring at you and you like forget how to walk
i just realized how i wanted to grow up when i was a kid. seeing pictures of grown people laughing, couples that are so sweet together and people who seems to have no problems in life, and now i understand why peter pan didnt want to grow up.
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are."