Quotes About Medication

Patient sees [lithium] medication as a promise of a cure, and a means of suicide if it doesn't work. She fears that by taking it she will risk her last resort

freedom from the control imposed by medication loses its meaning when the only alternatives are death and insanity.

Pills cannot, do not, ease one back into reality; they only bring one back headlong, careening, and faster than can be endured at times. Psychotherapy is a sanctuary; it is a battleground; it is a place I have been psychotic, neurotic, elated, confused, and despairing beyond belief.

No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions.

For someone with my cast of mind and mood, medication is an integral element of this wall: without it, I would be constantly beholden to the crushing movements of a mental sea; I would, unquestionably, be dead or insane.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable. Madness, on the other hand, most certainly can, and often does, kill love through its mistrustfulness, unrelenting pessimism, discontents, erratic behavior, and, especially, through its savage moods. The

Everybody is on something these days. It's a racket. Overprescribing, masking the problem.

You could have stayed with my mom today," I said as Daniel navigated the potholes and ruts. "You've got to be hurting." "Nope. Don't feel a thing." "Tough guy," I said. "No, well-medicated guy.

Daniel knelt and held out a bottle. I thought it was pop, then saw the label. "Beer?" I said. "It helps. I knew his meds had dissolved, so I grabbed a few from the store." Corey took it and twisted off the cap. A few gulps. Then a deep breath as he relaxed. Another long drink, then a sidelong glance at me. "Yes, I'm self-medicating with booze and I know that's not smart.

Where are your pills?" Daniel said. "Bathroom." "We'll find them," I said, and started to go. Corey grabbed my sleeve. "Stay." "Good idea," Sam said. "My bedside manner sucks. I'll help Daniel.

What a Life: Give some of us pills to stop a fit, give the rest shock to start one.

Ratched shall line us all against the wall, where we'll face the terrible maw of a muzzle-loading shotgun which she has loaded with Miltowns! Thorazines! Libriums! Stelazines! And with a wave of her sword, blooie! Tranquilize all of us completely out of existence.

Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.

Love is a good medication.

With every pill we have prescribed for us we should also be given a creative prayer, a suggested way to correct our destructive patterns of thought.

May cause drowsiness.' - the most beautiful words in the English language. Once it was 'do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?' Now it's 'may cause drowsiness.

I am saddened by the fact that the billion-dollar psychotropic pharmaceutical industry is predicated on the idea that people will take a pill to treat symptoms, while the underlying disorder is ignored.

tomar y cuáles medicamentos dejar de consumir; reducir el estrés diario e incluso la exposición a sustancias químicas en el medio ambiente; fortalecer tus relaciones humanas y mejorar tu cuidado personal;

The whole notion that ADHD is a specific disease easily remedied by a pill is convenient but alarming. In several schools throughout the United States as many as 25 percent of students are routinely receiving powerful, mind-altering medications, the long-term consequences of which have never been studied!

people who start taking cholesterol-lowering medication (i.e., statins) can become much more depressed.

You MUST take your pills. If you fail to take your pills, every single person in your dormitory will be PUNISHED for all ETERNITY

Antidepressants. The thought of this girl actually being depressed made me want to grab the whole planet and throw it into the sun. Well, more than usual anyway.

During my mental illness, thank God, my grandma was my human rescuer and angel, she ask me to stop taking the medication, leading to the recovering.

Sartre, je le jugeai plus tard sinon tout à fait gagné par la folie des mots, du moins, dans la lutte exténuante qu'il a toujours menée contre elle, enclin, corydrane aidant, à y céder.