"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."
Depression isn’t awful at first. It just feels like an extra sweater. And it feels nice when you’re alone, but when you need to go outside, you feel the weight and the heat begging your body to take it off. But you can’t and won’t, because it’s your sweater.12/9/2012 (via the-writing-writer-wrote)