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St. Andrews Provided A Gentle Forgetfulness Over The Preceding Painful Years Of My Life. It Remains A Haunting And Lovely Time To Me, A Marrow Experience. For One Who During Her Undergraduate Years Was Trying To Escape An Inexplicable Weariness And Despair, St. Andrews Was An Amulet Against All Manner Of Longing And Loss, A Year Of Gravely Held But Joyous Remembrances.

Others Imply That They Know What It Is Like To Be Depressed Because They Have Gone Through A Divorce, Lost A Job, Or Broken Up With Someone. But These Experiences Carry With Them Feelings. Depression, Instead, Is Flat, Hollow, And Unendurable. ... You're Frightened, And You're Frightening, And You're 'not At All Like Yourself But Will Be Soon,' But You Know You Won't.

Each Way To Suicide Is Its Own: Intensely Private, Unknowable, And Terrible. Suicide Will Have Seemed To Its Perpetrator The Last And Best Of Bad Possibilities, And Any Attempt By The Living To Chart This Final Terrain Of Life Can Be Only A Sketch, Maddeningly Incomplete

If People Can Talk About Having Breast Cancer, Why Can't People Who Have Mental Illness Talk About Mental Illness? Until We're Able To Do That, We're Not Going To Be Treated With The Same Kind Of Respect For Our Diseases As Other People.

I Think Psychotherapy Saves Lives And Is Hugely Meaningful And I Think That One Of The Unfortunate Aspects Of Prescription Drugs Working Well Is That People Tend To Think That's Enough.