Quotes About Mental health

There was a time when I was 19 when I really, really, really thought I was going crazy. I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.

Depression comes back over time in about 90 percent of people on antidepressants. Studies show that relapses are far less common when people are treated with psychotherapy.

We didn't have counsellors rushing around every time somebody let off a gun. You just got on with it!

It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time — for jittery people.

I'm thought of as this pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic who wants to kill himself all the time.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

No one would ever say that someone with a broken arm or a broken leg is less than a whole person, but people say that or imply that all the time about people with mental illness

If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time.

You have to discipline yourself and not carry the character with you. You need to switch it off and take time to re-energize.

I never knew Kurt to be suicidal. I just knew that he was going through a really tough time.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

He plead insanity like they do now all the time. Sir, what would you have done in 1859?

Depression, as far as I'm concerned, is just a waste of time.

Once you start working out, you feel better and it becomes something you make time to do.

We do all kinds of things to remain beautiful. Yet, we spend surprisingly little time taking care of what matters most - the way our mind functions.

Once you spend time with [the afflicted], you start recognizing them as individuals, as opposed to lumping them in with everybody else who might have those symptoms.

Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.

There's some muscle group around your shoulders that seizes up during the perfection dance and doesn't let go until you are asleep, or alone. Or maybe it never really lets go at all.

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other.

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

At the moment, as you've probably noticed, I'm going through a spell of being depressed. I couldn't really tell you why it is, but I believe it's just because I'm a coward, and that's what I keep bumping up against.

New problems: Mrs. Van Daan is desperate, talks about a bullet through her head, prison, hanging, and suicide. She's jealous that Peter confides in me and not her.

I swallow Valerian pills every day against worry and depression, but it doesn't prevent me from being even more miserable the next day.

As you can see, I'm currently in the middle of a depression.