The Ancient Dialogue Between Reason And The

Never Once, During Any Of My Bouts Of Depression, Had I Been Inclined Or Able To Pick Up A Telephone And Ask A Friend For Help. It Wasn't In Me.

Grief Comes And Goes, But Depression Is Unremitting

If I Can't Feel, If I Can't Move, If I Can't Think, And I Can't Care, Then What Conceivable Point Is There In Living?

You Become Aware Of An Illness By Understanding Yourself And Understanding The Meaning That That Illness Has In Your Own Life, Symbolically And, More Importantly, Quite Literally.

Everyone Has Good Cause For Suicide, Or At Least It Seems That Way To Those Who Search For It. (74)