Depression Mental Illness Quotes
Depression Mental Illness Quote of the day
I can understand why some people might look at me and say, 'What's she got to be depressed about?' I get that a lot in Britain, where mental health issues seem to be a big taboo.
If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.
Among writers, if you don't have a therapist, it's like saying you don't keep a journal or use the thesaurus. It's a natural accompaniment.
It took me far too long to realize that lost years and relationships cannot be recovered. That damage done to oneself and others cannot always be put right again.
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
I take medication every day for mental illness and depression and don't feel bad about it.
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.
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.
Show me what you've written, " I said, although I wanted desperately to avoid looking at it.
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.
My pillow is as good as any oceanto drown in the nightmare of myself.I swam all the way here from the moon.
Too often the mentally ill are marginalized as people who just can’t pull up their socks. If only it were that simple.
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.
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 horror of the Pit lay in the emergence from it, with the return of her will, her caring, and her feeling of the need for meaning before the return of meaning itself.
Except you cannot outrun insanity, anymore than you can outrun your own shadow.
Sadness wasn't a disease you could catch, as far as I know, but from what I seen, people treated it like it was.
I needed some space to lay myself out, so that I could decide which pieces I wanted to pick up.
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.
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.
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.
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.
