Illness Quotes
Light existed all along. Of course it did. Who says it didn't because I couldn't see it?
I wanted to be dead. No. That's not quite right. I didn't want to be dead, I just didn't want to be alive.
She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.
You were never created to live depressed, defeated, guilty, condemned, ashamed or unworthy. We were created to be victorious.
In retrospect, crappy chemicals in my brain were working overtime, driving me to destroy myself, like that thing that makes lemmings throw them¬selves over a cliff.
God only knew what ran underneath the fierce self-discipline and emotional control that had come with my upbringing. But the cracks were there, I knew it, and they frightened me.
Depression is our way of telling ourselves that something is seriously wrong and needs working through and changing.
Even when everything's going your way you can still be sad. Or anxious. Or uncomfortably numb. Because you can't always control your brain or your emotions even when things are perfect.
Waking up breaks my heart.Getting dressed breaks my arms.Joining the crowd breaks my legs.Letting someone in...does me in.
It wasn't merely fatigue. although it continued to worry me how tired i was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.
So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me.
I needed some space to lay myself out, so that I could decide which pieces I wanted to pick up.
Depression is a phobia of happiness.
It's amazing the things that the heart and mind can endure. No one ever told me that growing up, so I often spent my childhood thinking something was wrong with me.
My pillow is as good as any oceanto drown in the nightmare of myself.I swam all the way here from the moon.
It's so common, it could be anyone. The trouble is, nobody wants to talk about it. And that makes everything worse.
It isn't discomfort, or dis-ease as he put it. It's this aching, throbbing, god-awful incurable pain - and it's known as life. When will the doctors learn: It isn't death that's the disease.
Can you admit on here that you have an affliction for millions of other people to see? Then that is great and a huge step towards your recovery.
That was the crux. You. Only you could work on you. Nobody could force you, and if you weren't ready, then you weren't ready, and no amount of open-armed encouragement was going to change that.
I am not manic-just happy. It has been such a long time since I was happy. Please join me on my magic carpet for now.
I'm not manic-just happy. It has been such a long time since I was happy. Please join me on my magic carpet for now.
Preaching a man a sermon with a broken head and telling him to be right with God is equal to telling a man with a broken leg to get up and run a race.
We got through it. Haven made excuses for me to friends, and made an appointment with a terrific doctor, who put me on Effexor, 150 milligrams a day, enough to get my brain straightened out.
People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed and open about it than somebody perfect and...you know... ready to explode.
It is in my head! That's why it's called Mental Illness.
Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.
Prideful fool. It hurt his feelings that he couldn’t make my crazy go away. You know how men are. Always trying to fix things can’t be fixed.
I finally understood what could drive kids to show up with guns and shoot up their schools.
Smiles are a funny thingand laughter is hilarious.I smile sometimeswhen I am delirious.
Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.
Show me what you've written, " I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.
The depressed person is mired in the past
That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they do, but it's not a kind of sense anyone else can understand.
You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.
It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.
It felt like this was never going to end. The world wasn't going to stop crashing down until there was nothing left of me but dust.
God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.
People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.
Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home.
If you can sit with your pain, listen to your pain and respect your pain — in time you will move through your pain.
By staying, by shirking the responsibility and effort of leaving, by continuing to occupy this lovely man while giving him neither children nor a public companion nor a welcoming home-do I do wrong?
I don't want to be the person who gasps in fear whenever she hears the sound of a doorbell or a phone. I just want to lose myself in these hills, in the river winding west to the city of bridges.
Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.