It is a fact that one man can be deliriously happy in the exact situation that causes another man to wither from depression.

One day she woke up hating life, how dismal and anxious and unhappy the many long years had been. In that awful moment, a choice was made. Not to give up, no, never would she give away whatever small portion of power God had granted her. Instead, she reached deep down inside herself and gathered enough magic to paint a huge smile on the world. It was a bold and daring use of her powers. She has refused to see anything else ever since.

It’s the best I have,” he said in earnest.“I know,” she whispered, not ungrateful but with woe unfeigned. “It just isn’t good enough. Not today.

I never realized how literally we battle demons. Often alone. It is a relentless skirmish with vicious wraith-monsters devouring us from within. We Fight. And resist for a time. Ultimately, desperation forces a cry for help. But where oh where are the valiant knights? When did they die off?

It is not wrong to feel sorry for yourself. Just like it is not wrong to sit in a puddle of water while the rain pours down on your head. But neither is productive, unless you enjoy feeling cold and miserable and soggy while mascara runs down your face.

Friends are the real superheroes. They battle our worst enemies—loneliness, grief, anxiety, depression, fear, and doubt—every time they come around.

If you often feel alone, ignored, or forgotten, think about this: closing the door and locking yourself in won't change anything—literally and figuratively.

Even among familiar faces, people often feel invisible and desolate, like an island in cold waters or a shadow apart from the crowd. Be the reason another never feels alone.

It's not wrong to feel sorry for yourself. Just like it's not wrong to stand in a puddle of water while the rain pours down on your head. But neither is productive, unless you enjoy feeling cold and miserable and soggy while mascara runs down your face.