The world is littered with movies about people that are depressed that either did not come out or are not successful.
I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
When you're in your 20s, your 30s, even, you have - at least, I had - vast ambitions, and you sit around mooning about these things, and you're depressed, because you haven't done them. And it takes you a long time to come to the realization that if you can't be John Updike, well, then, you can't.
Whereas I used to get depressed or neurotic or dwell on things, I see my son's bright eyes and smile in the morning, and suddenly, I don't feel like I'm depressed anymore. There's nothing to be depressed about when you've got that.
I was told that I had very likely been clinically depressed for a long, long time, probably since I was 15, or even 14. It explained, to me at least, a lot of my behaviour over the years.
I'd rather buy something that is relatively depressed than something that is relatively high.
I didn't get depressed, I don't get depressed.
I don't do faddy diets any more. I once did a no-carbs diet a few years ago but it made me depressed. I couldn't be doing with that!
I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.
It's hard not to get depressed when you pay attention to the world and how strangely and corrupt the people in it sometimes behave.
I don't feel depressed. I feel elated.
Well of course I get depressed sometimes, yes I do.
The real effect of the WTC calamity has been depressed spirits, anxiety, and uncertainty among publishers, and of course those emotions are not restricted to publishers.
I have known healthy, wealthy people who were depressed, and people with critical illnesses who could honestly attest to joy.
Sometimes in New York, you're walking down the street and you realize there's a girl walking in front of you whose thighs you could hit a golf ball through, and maybe that makes you depressed.
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