Mental Quotes

I just want to get away from me.

Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

Who am I fooling? Bad dreams never end. We just pretend they aren’t there.

You are a warrior in a dark forest, with no compass and are unable to tell who the actual enemy is, So you never feel safe ..

Ignorance is the only possible happiness this world has to offer

Have I gone mad like Anne and no one has the heart to tell me? I wish someone would tell me, I feel crazy enough though.

Asking 'why' only makes us feel hopeless. Asking 'how' points the way forward, and shows us what we must do

I sleep and sleep and sleep, yet I still have an unquenchable thirst for it.

A Depressive?' 'Smiles in ballrooms, weeps in bedrooms. Ill in her head.' Olive tapped her temple. 'And here.' She touched her heart.

Everyone has scars, they just aren’t as visible as yours.

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.

The writer’s life is frightful. I have experienced deep dispair, mental ill and attempt of suicide.

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.

Get off the Medical System and onto the Self Care System

Depression is not always feeling sad. Most of the time it is feeling no

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.

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.

If you could read my mind, you wouldn't be smiling.

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.

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

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.

I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play.

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.

Happiness is not a reward. It's a consequence. You have to work at it every day.

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.

Suicide and mental health problems have no boundaries.

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.

Well, enough of this introspection. It’s depressing, quite frankly.

I finally understood what could drive kids to show up with guns and shoot up their schools.

I've had a lot of therapists, so I've had the opportunity to approach my fear in many different ways. I've faced it head on and sideways and tried to tiptoe up behind it.

Smiles are a funny thingand laughter is hilarious.I smile sometimeswhen I am delirious.

I don't have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

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.

I think I might be bi-polar. It's not normal to be this emotionally unstable.

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.

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