It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
I never understood why our heart chooses to love people, who treat us as if we are nothing, when we look at them like they’re everything.
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.