Depression

“Depression is a rather rude houseguest; Depression rarely calls ahead to see if it’s a good time, and Depression never arrives alone. Depression brings its friends — Despair, Self-Injury, and Suicide — wherever it goes, and it doesn’t check in advance to ensure that extra beds are made up and waiting, for they will take YOUR bed and leave you lying on the floor you havn’t had the will to scrub in months. Depression doesn’t have its valet bring over an extra supply of tea and biscuits in anticipation of its arrival. No, Depression and its friends will barge right into your quiet, cozy home, spill your tea, smash your best teacups, devour all of your favorite biscuits, and then vomit them up again because Depression has no appetite.”

—	Emilie Autumn (The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls)