Quotes About Mentalhealth

I love playing football, and ultimately, that helped me get over my anxiety problems.

I have social anxiety.

I always say that the stand-up world is the arena of the unwell, and it is.

For years I played the what-if game. Maybe you're acquainted with this pastime. The rules are simple: Rule #1: You're only allowed to think of worst-case scenarios. Rule #2: You're never allowed to win this game. You can only lose. Rule #3: The more you play, the greater your losses.

She said Mom closed up the house one day, turned the oven on full, and sat by its open door. Apparently it's still a Cry For Help, even though our oven's electric.

But if you know that something has been really vicious, you don't read it, you don't let it into your head. What's damaging is when sentences go through your head and you burn with the injustice of it.

PTSD sucked. It was a dragon that lived inside her own head, shaking loose more and more nightmarish memories, each one prompting another like dominoes tumbling.

After thirty years on the beat, she finds it harder to center herself these days. A human can take only so much depravity and senseless loss of life.

Avoidance is a simple way of coping by not having to cope.

Before diagnosing people with depression, make sure they're not surrounded by assholes"),

The Noonday Demon: "The opposite of depression isn't happiness, but vitality.

Pushing aside emotions only makes them stronger.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

Yeah. I'm a lot better. I'm still not . . ." She shrugged. "I'm not exactly Little Miss Stability. At least, not yet. But I'm working on it." "Sometimes I think that's where most of us are," I said. "Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

I work extremely hard to stay positive and happy. But I get sad and anxious, too, just like everyone.

I miss being around friends. Associates. Whatever. I'm feeling like everyone thinks I'm being anti-social. Times are just really tough.

Being sad about something is so much better than being depressed all the time. Find your sadness.

People who die by suicide, dont want to end their lives, they want to end their pain.

Don't let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out!

Sometimes the best goal you can set is just to get out of bed every day. If you can succeed at this, then other things become possible.

I knew well enough that one could fracture one's legs and arms and recover afterward, but I did not know that you could fracture the brain in your head and recover from that too.