“People always ask, Why are you depressed? But the boring truth is that nothing is wrong. I feel nothing. I am nothing. When I look into the future, nothing. It’s the nothing that destroys me. People always talk about mental illness like it’s a heroic war with a monstrous disease. But the fact is, we’re fighting ourselves. Just a bunch of smaller battles. Getting up, every day, facing down the beasts because I can never beat them. Because they are me. The best I can do is-Make friends with the monsters.”