For this gloomy beast within my breast - A heart. But the thing is, We've all had to learn not to sleep for three years. In the morning we shall find out Who has died in the night.

Anna Akhmatova
About This Quote

The author of this quotation is describing the feelings of a person who is struggling with depression. Depression can be a very difficult illness to get through, but it is possible for a person to recover. The first step in the recovery process is to realize that a person needs help. The second step is actually getting help.

It can be hard to get help, but once a person has decided that he or she needs it, they have to just go out and ask for it. It can be done, and all it takes is putting one foot in front of the other and trying.

Source: Anna Akhmatova

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