Mental Illness Quotes
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
If you can sit with your pain, listen to your pain and respect your pain — in time you will move through your pain.
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.
Nobel Prize-winning neuroscientist Eric Kandel says we are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember. Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?
Brenda, do you know God loves you? He really does. To Him, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. You always have been.
When you are cursed with a bipolar mind racing thoughts are the ones that you find
When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, "Buffeted but not broken.
Those that have lost their lives to suicide were good people, who were in deep, deep pain. Keep speaking about mental illness and keep it out of the darkness.
But even then I knew it wasn’t me that saved her life. It wasn’t about me. I was just there while she was maybe going to die and maybe not, and then she just didn’t.
If you're selfish enough to kill yourself write your suicide note on the back of your will
And I felt like such a failure. I thought: I can't even do mental illness properly.
It's frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.
My dad believes that bad disguises itself - that danger hides. I think it's the opposite. The truly horrible things about the world are always reaching out for you.
After my first few tastes I was pretty much hooked. I'd have dry spells, months without any or only piddling amounts of grace, but I never forgot about it or stopped wanting it.
Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.
A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.
I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face—not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.
I repeat one of my mantras. 'This is not happening. This is not real. This did not happen to you. That was someone else.
There are two kinds of 'disabled' persons: Those who dwell on what they have lost and those who concentrate on what they have left.
I was struck by the image of Daddy still dressed in that same plaid shirt and undershirt with the bloodstains below the neck, the one I had first seen him wearing in the jail the previous day.
Being loud after drinking wine doesn't help. Being silent after drinking wine doesn't help. Nothing really ever gets solved either way.
Panic attacks are a lot like being drunk in some ways, you lose self-control. You cry for seemingly no reason. You deal with the hangover long into the next day.