{"text":"Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A sure thing, because it was always safer, less painful to stop trying than it was to repeatedly try and fail. Failure-disappointment-was a poison in my blood. Despair was the antidote.","author":"Norah Vincent","tags":["coping","depression","mental-illness","recovery","sadness"],"id":5248,"author_id":"Norah+Vincent"}