Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch #2)

by Lyla Sage

But depression wasn’t a logical disease. It was an unexpected cold front in the middle of July. It was impossible to predict, which meant that I spent much of my time worrying about when the other shoe was going to drop. Not if, but when I would sink into another dark hole and have to decide to claw my way out of it.

Even when I was happy, I was thinking about when I wouldn’t be.

But I guess depression wasn’t really about what you looked like or how you appeared but more about what you felt like.

don’t seem to know how to talk to people in a way that makes them like me or keep coming back for more. I seem to always turn out to be a disappointment, so why bother?

I’ve realized that I’m not the type of person everyone likes. I’m the type of person everyone tolerates.”