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Mental-health Quotes
"Many so-called disorders of the mind are simply disorders of thought."
"A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money."
"But this time is ours, and we cannot live hating ourselves."
"You don't seem mad at all,' she said.But I am, although I'm undergoing a cure, because my problem is that I lack a particular chemical. However, while I hope that the chemical gets rid of my chronic depression, I want to continue being mad, living life the way I dream it, and not the way other people want it to be. Do you know what exists out there, beyond the walls of Villete?"
"She's a sickness in my head.Then get well.What you feel is self-made and attended to over time. You want to let go but are unwilling to let go because you are getting something from it; An escape? An excuse? Bondage?You are idealizing another person, building up the idea of them, and making them a legend in your own mind.Is it really a sickness or something you can control?The question is: do you even want to?Each time a thought creeps into your mind, you choose whether to give it freedom to remain or to wander. You can rebuke it or replace it. After all, it's your mind."
"So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness."
"Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic."
"To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown."
"In my view, suicide is not really a wish for life to end.'What is it then?'It is the only way a powerless person can find to make everybody else look away from his shame. The wish is not to die, but to hide."
"A depressed person doesn't want you to try and cheer them up. It makes us sick."
"I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you."
"I tried to kill myself when I was thirteen but failed. That was the greatest failure of my life."
"Being bored is the price we pay for not being insane."
"There are no sides in suicide."
"Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed."
"People with OCD including myself, realize that their seemingly uncontrollable behavior is irrational, but they feel unable to stop it."
"It is horrible being all alone."
"It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore."
"I am committing suicide by cigarette, I replied. She thought that was reasonably funny. I didn't. I thought it was hideous that I should scorn life that much, sucking away on cancer sticks."
"I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease."
"I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion."
"This constant mental diatribe and the frustrations, worries, insecurities and muscular tension that ensues are the self."
"If you ever felt alone, come to my cottage and drink the whole bottle; it is not so bad to be abnormal for a while."
"I wish you'd help me look into a more interesting problem - namely, my sanity."
"Write something even if it's just a suicide note."
"You're insane!""I won't argue that point."
"Insane people give me hope.""What!!!!" I almost dropped my beer."The insane have decided to stay on," Crumley said. "They love life so much that, rather than destroy it, they go behind a self-made wall to hide. Pretend not to hear, but the do hear. Pretend not to see, but see. Insanity says: I hate living but love life. Hate the rules but do like me. So, rather than drop in graves, I hide out. Not in liquor, nor in bed under sheets, nor in a needle's prick or snuffs of white powder, but in madness. On my own shelf, in my own rafters, under my own silent roof. So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sand and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness."
"When you stress out, things will stress out around you. Always control your thoughts and pacify any unnecessary stress. Control your vibrations and you are the master of your own harmony."
"I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it."
"I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat."Get your life sorted out, you fucking scitzo [sic] dyke tranny bitch, one comment might say.Another comment would say something like, "I know she's reading this, she's so pathetic.And, perhaps most frightening of all: "I'm going to fuck you up until your mother bleeds."
"Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead."
"There was a footpath leading across fields to New Southgate, and I used to go there alone to watch the sunset and contemplate suicide. I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more of mathematics."
"Anxiety and depression, and the physical symptoms they cause, are merely distractions and smokescreens to "protect you from dangers, which are usually, imaginary."
"It was deeply a part of Lee's kindness and understanding that man's right to kill himself is inviolable, but sometimes a friend can make it unnecessary."
"There are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.""They kill themselves, you mean?" said Bod. He was about eight years old, wide-eyed and inquisitive, and he was not stupid."Indeed.""Does it work? Are they happier dead?""Sometimes. Mostly, no. It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean."
"A great many worries can be diminished by realizing the unimportance of the matter which is causing anxiety."
"I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
"Depression comes from not accepting the way things are - and seeing no way too change them."
"The best way to overcome depression is to work it to death. Whether it be your body or your mind, just be active and some relief you'll find."
"I am too sick to lay downthe sidewalks frighten methe whole damned city frightens me,what I will becomewhat I have becomefrightens me."
"One either cares what others think about him, or cares what others think he thinks about them. If you want to find someone who doesn't care in the slightest what anyone thinks, try a lunatic asylum."
"Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how."
"I admit I have Mental Illness so please no more 'Fruit Cakes' for Christmas Please."
"We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die."
"Being overly critical of yourself is like having a relentless, inescapable bully who follows you everywhere you go and abuses you."
"Seriously, why aren't you on drugs?" Cath walked past her out of the room."Are you a licensed psychiatrist? Or do you just play one on TV?""I'm on drugs," Reagan said. "They're a beautiful thing."
"There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore.An article I once read said that crazy people don't worry about being crazy - that's the whole problem."
"When people call it that I always get pissed off because I always think depression sounds like you just get like really sad, you get quiet and melancholy and just like sit quietly by the window sighing or just lying around. A state of not caring about anything. A kind of blue kind of peaceful state."
"Still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?"
"...they would say 'he said this, he did that', but they would never say 'she said this, she did that'. So I would say, they are sick, and I am well. Pardon me."
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