Quotes About Depression

Right now, I've got the weight of several worlds on my shoulders. My best friend is living in a cancer ward, and there's nothing I can do for him. The Serpents have hired the Jester to spark race riots with faked news stories, and I don't know how to smoke him out. My enemies are hiding all around, watching everything I do, and I can't find them. For the first time in months I find myself in the familiar, paralyzing grip of overwhelming depression.

Depression is taking a staggering toll on the modern world. Around 10 percent of the population can expect to become clinically depressed over the coming year. And things are likely to become worse. The World health Organization1 estimates that depression will impose the second-biggest health burden globally by 2020. Think about that for a moment. Depression will impose a bigger burden than heart disease, arthritis and many forms of cancer on both individuals and society in less than a decade.

the anatomy of depression and of its four key dimensions: feelings, thoughts, body sensations, and behaviors

It turns out that every time a person gets depressed, the connections in the brain between mood, thoughts, the body, and behavior get stronger, making it easier for depression to be triggered again.

in some cultures, doctors don't ask, "When did you start to feel depressed?" but, "When did you stop dancing?

Depression may be exacting a staggering toll, but its cousin—chronic anxiety—is becoming disturbingly common too, with average levels of anxiety in children and young people now at a point that would have been judged to be "clinical" in the 1950s.4 It's not a great stretch of the imagination to assume that in a few decades unhappiness, depression and anxiety will have become the normal human condition, rather than happiness and contentment.

gravitational pull" of depression by reminding you in key ways of what science has now shown: it is actually okay to

Guilt feelings can cause people to experience severe depression after they have been successful in some work or personal project. Chronic bad luck accidents or impoverished social relations can stem from self-imposed guilt.

If I use empathy to liberate people to be less depressed, to get along better with their family, and at the same time not inspire them to use their energy to rapidly transform systems in the world, then I am part of the problem. I am essentially calming people down, making them happier to live in the systems as they are, and I am using empathy as a narcotic.

Depression is the reward we get for being "good".

The doctors at Hayden may have erred about the details of her condition. They need their labels, their certainties. What are depression and psychosis, after all, but lapses from realism? And what's that? But the doctors were right about the general crisis. An insufficient God is better than no God at all.

you can't put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security for anything without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.

When constructs were first developed, they were originally supposed to have a pre-sentient level of intelligence, like the dumber variety of bot. But you can't put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security for anything without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.

I was depressed this morning. I'd tried watching some new serials last night and even they couldn't distract me; reality was too intrusive.

the humans on the Station wouldn't have to think about what I was, a construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unfocused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed by my governor module.

Despair makes priests and friars.

I have the curse of reason: I'm poor, single and depressed. For months now I've been thinking about my illness of thinking too much, and I've established with complete certainty the correlation between my unhappiness and the incontinence of my mind. Probing and pondering and overanalyzing have never given me any advantages; they've only played against me.

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

I remembered the syndrome, a thing I would describe as a "Mission Accomplished Fatigue," a singular condition that often follows the successful completion of a protracted construction project. Officially undiagnosed, its common manifestations include depression, lassitude, and fatalism. Comparable to postpartum depression in its singularity of cause, the best evocation of its effect is suggested in the Jerry

By November, you wish you were dead. You want nothing more. Every day, every fucking day, you run up the steps of the house, breathing hard, swing open the cupboards, thinking: You pitiful little bitch. Fucking cow. Greedy pig. All day, your stomach pinches and spits up its bile. You sway when you walk. You begin to get cold again.

Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.

Regrettably, we live in a society that has become habituated to the quick-fix solutions that are implied in pathologizing labels such as "depression," "anxiety," "bad marriage," "bad job." At times, of course, these classifications are useful, at least for diagnostic purposes.

To those of you who are depressed, I would like to say: How did you fall into depression? Why are you still in that condition? You yourself know the answer. Right. Because you can think of nothing but yourself, and you direct all the energy you have toward yourself.