Mental Illness Quotes
If you do finish the book and are still scared of me and people of my ilk, then I recommend you schedule an appointment with a therapist. Either that, or try writing your own book
View other authors as your allies rather than your competition
No healthy mind could bring itself to torture another human being.
I am here for readers to see parts of themselves during my dark days, but also for a better way of living in my triumphs and gained wisdom.
Believing something existed and then finding out it didn't was like reaching the top of the stairs and thinking there was one more step.
Crazy. It was the same word María and Tía Rosa flung at Grandpa Lázaro. The same word anyone said when they didn't understand something. "Crazy" was a way to shut people up, disregard them entirely.
Inside my head is a jigsaw made of trillions and trillions and trillions of atoms. It might take a while.
Killing yourself slowly is still killing yourself. Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home. Recovery is hard work. Not wanting to die is hard work.
Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.
...all I could think about was how both sets of parents had needed to make their decision, on whether to medicate their child, in a scientific vacuum. (p. 35)
What other than mental illness spurs normal people to write prolifically? The chief cause is not quite illness, but nearly: love, especially unhappy love.
The only problem was, when your whole existence is something you have to cope with, you look back one day and find that your strategy has become a way of life.
You see demons in the eyes of the world, and the world sees bottomless pit in yours.
The west coast is a mecca for wild hearts, wild minds, wild spirits and I’m a WMD—I’ve got so much energy I’m about to explode.
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.
Understand ... I don't hate her, I hate what she's become. I hate her illness.
She had spells of manic loquaciousness, followed by days of silence.
Sometimes it's as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness—these are the only things that are real.
But I know that if I don't at least try, I'll stay the way I am till it kills me. Till I kill me, I mean. I never really accept that that's what I'm doing - I say it, but I don't believe it.
He tried to sleep, but his head was filled with the faces of lunatics, their palsied hands, their shattered eyes.
As smart as I am, it took a boy stuck in his house to teach me that sometimes it doesn't matter where you are at all. It only matters whos with you.
We are all a collection of lost causes, stashed here so no one has to see just how wounded we are.
Treatment for people with disabilities and mental illness in prewar America reveals a profoundly ignorant medical establishment and educational community.
Fools write books about madness being an elevated mental state or an alternative form of creativity. It's not, it's anguish.
It is a terrible thing to grieve for someone who is not dead, not in love with someone else, but just no longer there.
Yes I'm Bipolar but I'm as normal as you except the times when my mind thinks like two
I honestly didn’t realize at the time that I was dealing with myself. But I suppose it’s true that I developed a therapy that provides the things I needed for so many years and never got.
I'm Bipolar but as normal as you except for the times my mind thinks like two
What aided the mind made the body suffer. They could choose mental health or physical health, but they could not have both.
you'll never see my books on Vanity Fair I'm not the type of author they would want there
There is nothing more terrifying than a devious person who takes delight in their own mischief
Perhaps she wasn't ill at all in the end, but simply more revealed.
This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think will have MAD stamped across it.
You see demons in the eyes of the world, and the world sees a bottomless pit in yours.
They all think medicine should be magic, and they become mad at me when it's not.
I begin to wonder if David was like me. Seeing monsters everywhere and realizing there aren't enough slingshots in the world to get rid of them.
When you read my poems or quotes remember you're stepping into the mind that steps outside of me
We cannot institutionalize helping the "victims" of personal disasters.