That's what's so tough about depression.

When I tell my husband I'm sad or depressed, he'll ask "Why?" as if there's an immediate and given answer. It frustrates me that I can't explain to him just how it feels. I think for people who haven't been there, it's hard to imagine.

I hate when people tell me to just pull myself up and get it together. If I could do it, wouldn't I?

It was like when I was bad with anorexia...I got so angry at all the people who told me, "Just eat more hamburgers and drink lots of milkshakes, and you'll be better in no time." If it were that simple, I wouldn't be having a problem, would I?