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“Hess had long thought of death with indifference. Not because he hated life, but because existence was painful. He hadn't sought help, nor had he gone to the few friends he'd had. He hadn't taken the advice that had been given to him. Instead he'd fled. He'd run as fast as he could, the darkness chasing him, and sometimes it had worked. Small havens in foreign corners of Europe, where his mind gave itself over to new impressions and new challenges. But the darkness always returned. Along with the memories and the dead faces he gradually accumulated. He had no one, he was no one. and the debts he owed weren't to the living, so if death did come it was no skin off his nose.”
― Søren Sveistrup, The Chestnut Man

“It just hurts so much at times, being human. Not understanding yourself, not liking the body you’re stuck in. Seeing your eyes in the mirror and wondering whose they are, always with the same question: What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?
She isn't traumatized, she isn't weighed down by any obvious grief. She's just sad, all the time. An evil little creature that wouldn't have shown up on any X-rays was living in her chest, rushing through her blood and filling her head with whispers, saying she wasn't good enough, that she was weak and ugly and would never be anything but broken. You can get it into your head to do some unbelievably stupid things when you run out of tears, when you can't silence the voices no one else can hear, when you've never been in a room where you felt normal. In the end you get exhausted from always tensing the skin around your ribs, never letting your shoulders sink, brushing along walls all your life with white knuckles, always afraid that someone will notice you, because no one's supposed to do that.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

“There are many systems of interaction between brain, body and social world that can get caught in positive feedback loops. Depressed people, for example, can start feeling useless and burdensome, as well as grief-stricken and pained. This makes them withdraw from contact with friends and family. Then the withdrawal makes them more lonesome and isolated, and more likely to feel useless and burdensome. Then they withdraw more. In this manner, depression spirals and amplifies”
― Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos

“The experience of disillusionment is different. Here
it was not one's fellow man (whose superficiality and
lack of feeling was so disgusting that one finally felt
like creeping into a hole and neither hearing nor seeing
human beings any more) but fate itself which seemed
so cruel. A man who for years had thought he had
reached the absolute limit of all possible suffering now
found that suffering has no limits, and that he could
suffer still more, and still more intensely.”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning