Just setting one foot in front of the other isn't as easy as it looks, I can't recall the last time a happy thought entered my brain, or even the memory of a smile.
When the mind is in ice, when the soul searches over wasteland with no features to hold, know that there is love in the world for you.
This depression is like an endless river. My river is a million shades of grey, the same as old-fashioned photographs.
When there is only cold darkness and the space around your skin feels like a void, ride the river with no oars, take what comes to you and do your best.
Don't tell me I can knock these walls down if I try, I don't want to listen anymore.
When the walls are too thick to breac...