Ned Vizzini Quotes

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

I don't want to be submerged by depression.

The only way I can cope is to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. Sometimes I sit there for hours and even eat my lunch sitting on the toilet floor. Anything to get peace and quiet.

I went through an extreme depression.

I've definitely had times in my life where I've been depressed and not able to do anything at all.

Depression is a feeling without a cause. Mourning has a cause.

Well of course I get depressed sometimes, yes I do.

The great thing about suicide is that it's not one of those things you have to do now or you lose your chance. I mean, you can always do it later.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

I am depressed sometimes, but it's not what keeps me at home or focused on work.

No one is depressed when they're asleep, which is why being in bed is such a safe place if you're really down.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

I've never had a person come to me and say, 'I want to take down this person.' They come and say, 'I need help. This thing is killing me. It's weighing me down. It's sitting in the pit of my stomach.'

Depression, for me, has been a couple of different things - but the first time I felt it, I felt helpless, hopeless, and things I had never felt before. I lost myself and my will to live.

Painful breakups can have profound effects on the body and mind.

I've suffered from anxiety and a lot of other things.

There came a point when I called my mom, and I was like, 'I need to come home. I'm not OK. I'm not good right now. My mental health isn't good.'

As bad as it feels, it's familiar to you. And the depression itself is making you unable to reach out. So, I've definitely experienced that in my life.

Anxiety has been a big problem for me, but I think my biggest struggle has been depression.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

I thought about dying whenever I got bad news about other people.