That’s what can take simple sadness and turn it into sadness squared. It’s what revs up the motor of misery, guns the engine of an unpleasant experience, filling it with rocket fuel and blasting into a place in the stratosphere that is oh-so-near to something like a suicidal tendency- a place where the wish to continue living in this painful place is all but completely absent.
-Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking, pp 11-12
