“She still dotted her i’s with full circles and felt genuinely thankful for every sunny day. I believed more in dark clouds, in sharp dots, in needing proof in order to feel trust.”

“My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.”

“Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead.”

“It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.”

“Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?”

“I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.”

“I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.”