In a strange way I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.