Quotes About Struggle

The weird thing about depression is that, even though you might have more suicidal thoughts, the fear of death remains the same.

You need to be uncomfortable. You need to hurt. As the Persian poet Rumi wrote in the twelfth century, "The wound is the place where the light enters you.

An image of a black hole - she realised that's what she was. A black hole. A dying star, collapsing in on itself.

That's the odd thing about depression and anxiety. It acts like an intense fear of happiness, even as you yourself consciously want that happiness more than anything.

The way out is never through yourself.

And hope was often irrational. It made no sense. ... The other thing about hope was that it took effort...

A SIDE EFFECT OF depression is sometimes to become obsessed with the functioning of your brain.

You are walking around with your head on fire and no one can see the flames.

Trouble doesn't always have to be caused. It's sometimes already there.

I want to know if one of the reasons I sometimes feel like I am on the brink of a breakdown is partly because the world sometimes seems on the brink of a breakdown.

Actually, depression can be exacerbated by things being all right externally, because the gulf between what you are feeling and what you are expected to feel becomes larger.

As she stared now at the magazine cover - an image of a black hole - she realised that's what she was. A black hole. A dying start collapsing in on itself.

It was depressing that he found it so much easier to question his sanity than my reality.

Why depression is hard to understand IT IS INVISIBLE. It is not "feeling a bit sad.

She was antimatter, with added self-pity.

But, as time grew on, I knew something I hadn't known earlier. I knew that down wasn't the only direction. If you hung in there, if you stuck it out, then things got better. They get better and then they get worse and then they get better.

I am petrified of where my mind can go, because I know where it has already been.

It never rains forever. And know that, however wet you get, you are not the rain. You are not the bad feelings in your head. You are the person experiencing the storm. The storm may knock you off your feet. But you will stand again. Hold on.

She had a fire insider her. She wondered if the fire was to warm her or destroy her. The she realised. A fire has no motive. Only she could have that. The power was hers.

depression is a disease of thoughts.

I was scared. I couldn't not be. Being scared is what anxiety is all about.

That is why I write. I am just for ever running from madness.

Mornings were hard on Earth. You woke up tireder than when you went to sleep. Your back ached. Your neck ached. Your chest felt tight with anxiety that came from being mortal. And then, on top of all that, you had to do so much before the day even started. The main problem was the stuff to do in order to be presentable.

Every move had been a mistake, every decision a disaster, every day a retreat from who she'd imagined she'd be.