Never once, during any of my bouts of depression, had I been inclined or able to pick up a telephone and ask a friend for help. It wasn't in me.
Kay Redfield JamisonRead
It is true that I had wanted to die , but that is peculiarly different from regretting having been born. Overwhelmingly, I was enormously glad to have been born, grateful for life, and I couldn’t imagine not wanting to pass on life to someone else.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a complex view on life, acknowledging desires for escape while affirming a deep appreciation for existence.
In this quote, Kay Redfield Jamison reflects on her struggle with thoughts of dying, yet emphasizes a fundamental gratitude for life itself. She draws a distinction between fleeting feelings of despair and the overarching joy and appreciation she holds for being born, highlighting the value of life and the desire to share it with others. This duality underlines the complexity of human emotions and the capacity to find joy even amidst hardship.
Themes
LifeGratitudeExistenceStruggleJoy
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a mental health awareness event to highlight the importance of appreciating life despite its challenges.
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