You get depressed because you know that you're not what you should be.

Consistent failure to attain goals throughout life results in defeatism, low self-esteem or depression.

You have an ideal in your mind, and you’re measuring yourself against your ideal, rather than against the actual progress you’ve made. This is why you’re unhappy with what you’ve done, and it’s probably why you’re unhappy with everything in your life.

There is still something in everything I do that defeats me, makes me dissatisfied, challenges me to further effort. Sometimes I rise above my level, sometimes I fall below it, but always I fall short of the things I dream.

I struggled with depression a lot in those years, with my own things but I also think some of it was the character. Because sometimes I think I would forget it's not me

I set myself high standards on the pitch and know I have not always lived up to them this season

If you don’t achieve your goals, you’ll feel bad that you didn’t achieve them.

If you do achieve your goals, you’ll feel bad achieving them didn’t make you feel good.

Я был в депрессии, когда пытался быть Волшебником страны Оз вместо потного парня за занавеской… Все ходят и спрашивают: почему я в депрессии? Потому что ты пытаешься строить из себя кого-то перед миром, но как только ты отпускаешь это, начинают происходить хорошие вещи.

A depression is a situation of self-fulfilling pessimism.

اعتقد اننا وضعنا أمامنا هدفا بعيد المنال مما جعلنا نخفق فى تحقيقة

I forgot, over and over, that the fact of my wanting something wasn’t enough to make it happen.

I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

I began feeling the way I imagine an actor or athlete must feel when, after years of commitment to a particular dream...he realizes that he's gone just about as far as talent or fortune will take him. The dream will not happen, and he now faces the choice of accepting this fact like a grownup and moving on to more sensible pursuits, or refusing the truth and ending up bitter, quarrelsome, and slightly pathetic.