I have been through severe bouts of depression, when you suddenly question your own ability.
How do you get out of it?
You get up in the morning and the sun is still shining in the east and not in the west.
(Shyam Benegal : Cine Director)
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
(Shakespeare : Hamlet)
I talk and I smile. I walk and eat and work, but all mechanically these days. The heart seems to have gone dry. I have often wanted to take out the knife from my pocket and put it through the stomach. At other times I have thought of running away from the world.
(Mahatma Gandhi : in a letter dated 22.4.1914 hinting at domestic discord, though the addressee is not known : Collected Works - Supplementary Volume)