"Depression isn’t a canyon you just trip and fall into. It’s more like a race. If you stop running it catches you. If you stop and rest it begins to grow on you. A creeping vine that strangles joy, rust that corrodes your bones and a sucking tar pit that blacks out everyday life. The hardest part is that it’s so fucking comfortable to just lie there and let it take you. It’s a horror ever pursuant, a temptation to just slow down and rest. It whispers to you and offers to sing you to sleep, forever."
- sub-universe (via sub-universe)
Life is a long, walking journey. What happens in life is the road—the hills, the valleys, the curves, the straight paths. Your choices are what make you walk this path or that. People you know are your companions on the journey, for as long as your paths are joined.
Depression is the weights hanging from you everywhere. Little finger weights, on strings, tied to your arms, legs, neck, waist, feet, eyelids. You can’t get them off, and neither can anyone else. In the beginning, you hardly even notice them, because you have plenty of energy, so they don’t bother you. But as you walk on, you get tired, and you want to rest, and the weights pull—they pull and they pull down down down. And sure, there are some days still when you’re doing all right, you’ve gotten enough food, sleep, love, and you can carry the weight, not mind it, perhaps not even notice it. But other days, weeks, months—the walk has worn you down. The weights have worn you down. You’re already so tired, and they pull down, and you go down, down, down and stay there.
"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever."
"I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life."
Robert Polito, from Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie