Glitterland (Spires, #1)

by Alexis Hall

Depression simply is. It has no beginning and no end, no boundaries and no world outside itself. It is the first, the last, the only, the alpha and the omega. Memories of better times die upon its desolate shores. Voices drown in its seas. The mind becomes its own prisoner.

“Like in bed, or whatever? They call you A.A. Winters?” I met his eyes. “No, in bed they call me God.”