Quotes About Mental health

Overwhelmingly, the people who want to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge at a given moment want to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge only at that given moment.

When [Sylvia] Plath committed suicide, the suicide rate for women of her age in England reached a staggering 10 per 100,000. Driven by a tragically high number of deaths by gas poisoning. That is as high as the suicide rate for women in England has ever been. By 1977 when the Natural Gas changeover was complete, the suicide rate for young woman was half that.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?

Often the psyche is the worst enemy of the body: it doesn't let the body live, it doesn't let it enjoy itself when it wants to or get the rest it is begging for. If only we could extract it the way we extract the tonsils or the appendix, we would all live healthy and contended lives till we were a thousand years old.

If depression is darkness, then the child of depression grows up living in the shadow of that darkness. What we inherit - indiscriminate.

Maybe all Americans who suffer from melancholy act as if they have gone mad. But I truly thought he might throw himself in the river, and I don't want his ghost visiting to keep telling me he's sorry.

For our anxiety is the one thing we cannot place on the shoulders of others, it suffocates them.

For what always creates anxiety in me is the doubt of my own sanity. I always question myself: am I being over-sensitive, am I exaggerating?

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Loving yourself isn't vanity. It's sanity.

My goal is to stay safely in between self-analysis and self-destruction.

There is no life that does not have the material for despair in it, but some people go too close to the edge and others manage to stay sometimes sad in a safe clearing far from the cliffs. Once you cross over, the rules all change.

Rebuilding of the self in and after depression requires love, insight, work, and, most of all, time.

Treating an identity as an illness invites real illness to make a braver stand.

Other illnesses, from alcoholism to heart disease, mask depression when it causes them; if one takes that into consideration, depression may be the biggest killer on earth.

Anxietatea este, aÈ™adar, suferinÈ›a din cauza a ceea ce se va întâmpla, iar melancolia e suferinÈ›a din cauza a ceea ce s-a întâmplat.

It is too often the quality of happiness that you feel at every moment its fragility, while depression seems when you are in it to be a state that will never pass.

What to say? That I would have loved to make the trip but was busy staying out of the mental hospital? It's so humiliating—so degrading. If I knew I wouldn't get caught, I'd love to lie about it—invent an acceptable cancer, that recurs and vanishes, that people could understand—that wouldn't make them frightened and uncomfortable.

So many people have asked me what to do for depressed friends and relatives, and my answer is actually simple: blunt their isolation. Do it with cups of tea or with long talks or by sitting in a room nearby and staying silent or in whatever way suits the circumstances, but do that. And do it willingly.

To wage war on depression is to fight against oneself, and it is important to know that in advance of the battles.

Mental illness is real illness

The only way to find out whether you're depressed is to listen to and watch yourself, to feel your feelings and then think about them. If you feel bad without reason most of the time, you're depressed. If you feel bad most of the time with reason, you're also depressed, though changing the reasons may be a better way forward than leaving circumstance alone and attacking the depression. If the depression is disabling to you, then it's major.

There is no life that does not have the material for despair in it, but some people go too close to the edge and others manage to stay sometimes sad in a safe clearing far from the cliffs.

It's a strange poverty of the English language, and indeed, of many other languages, that we use this same word, depression to describe how a kid feels when it rains on his birthday, and to describe how somebody feels the minute before they commit suicide.