You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's black.

I am going mad, she thought, I am in some sort of silent raging grief of which I shall die, everything has gone.

It's madness — ""Madness is where we live now.

She thought, perhaps I am simply mad. It will grow worse. That will be my life.

I've got to see you, I've got to talk about her, I shall go mad.

Living with someone who hates you is—it drives you mad—

We are all mad sometimes, but it passes.""The consequences do not pass.