Quotes About Mental health

Don't you think it was a little selfish to travel around the world looking for yourself?" She always answered, "You know what? I actually think it would have been a little selfish to spend the rest of my life in narcissistic, depressive, anxious misery. That person adds nothing to society, adds nothing to any room that she enters, adds nothing to the people whom she touches. The best community service I can possibly offer the world is to stay healthy and sane.

Self-harm, my soul, you are doing self-harm: and you will have no more opportunity for self-respect.

Enquanto não observa o que se passa na mente dos demais, raramente se viu um homem infeliz; aquele, porém, que não observa o que se passa em sua própria mente, será necessariamente infeliz.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad , as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

Sanity is a valuable possesion; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

I'm not senile, I snapped. If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

It is the strict adherence to daily routine that tends towards the maintenance of good morale and the preservation of sanity," he says out loud.

I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.

I know I was alright on Friday when I got up; if anything I was feeling more stolid than usual.

There are days when I can hardly make it out of bed. I find it an effort to speak. I measure progress in steps, the next one and the next one, as far as the bathroom. These steps are major accomplishments. I focus on taking the cap off the toothpaste, getting the brush up to my mouth. I have difficulty lifting my arm to do even that. I feel I am without worth, that nothing I can do is of any value, least of all to myself.

I never do such things, however. I only consider them. If I did them, they would be sure I had gone mad again. Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes. …

Vancouver is the suicide capital of the country. You keep going west until you run out. You come to the edge. Then you fall off.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.

L'essere sana di mente è un patrimonio che accumulo come un tempo la gente accumulava il denaro. Lo tengo da parte, per quando sarà il momento.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

From wearable sensors to video game treatments, everyone seems to be looking to technology as the next wave of innovation for mental health care.

I think my biggest achievement is that, after going through a rather difficult time, I consider myself comparatively sane.

I can handle the craziness some of the time, maybe most of the time. But I know I can't handle it all of the time.

If it were not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago.

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices