What people never understand is that depression isn’t about the outside; it’s about the inside.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases – one was Alzheimer’s, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimer’s.

Worry.. but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum

I’m not anti-social. I’m just not social.

The largest part of what we call ‘personality’ is determined by how we’ve opted to defend ourselves against anxiety and sadness.

We’re really a composite of our life experiences – memory layered upon memory and Alzheimer’s steals that away.

It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.

The position in which i find myself more especially is that of neither being thoroughly set free from the vices, which i fear and hate, not yet quite in bondage to them: my state of mind, though not the worse possible, is a particularly discontented and sulky one: i am neither ill nor well.

There is no standard normal. Normal is subjective. There are seven billion versions of normal on this planet.