"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."
In first grade I wanted to grow up to be a bird and one day I remember my neck and arms being covered in little red bumps and I thought the transformation was beginning and I ran to my teacher crying saying I wasn’t ready to become a bird yet and it turned out I was just allergic to yogurt and I wasn’t turning into a bird at all