Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you — Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you — Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you — Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you — Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you — Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
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Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you is agony indeed.

— Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression
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