Constantly downcast leads to the death bed.

The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped, drained.

Just a second of her laughter can get me through the darkest day.

I said I was "just tired", but I never told you what I was tired of.

Depression is a physical illness, like bleeding from a wound that won’t close. You cannot fix it, it doesn’t heal.

One day, you will stand at the summit of a figurative mountain and look back on your life's journey. And, to your utter amazement, you will see how your experiences with depression, dark and painful as they were, only added to the overall beauty of your life.