"When you're depressed, there's no calendar.
There are no dates, there's no day, there's no night,
there's no seconds, there's no minutes,
there's nothing.
You're just existing in this cold, murky, ever-heavy atmosphere, like they put you inside a vial of mercury."

- Rod Steiger, On the Edge of Darkness

"I was much further out than you thought and not waving but drowning."
- Stevie Smith

"I have secluded myself from society; and yet I never meant any such thing.
I have made a captive of myself and put me into a dungeon, and now I cannot find the key to let myself out."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

I tell people it's like being dead.
It feels like being a ghost, maybe.
You float through your days feeling insubstantial, cut off from warmth, light and all feeling.
Sometimes it feels like you're in a coffin buried alive.
You're screaming inside your head, but no one can hear you.