Quotes About Mental health

Making space to deal with the psychological toll of racism is absolutely necessary.

It's a lot to deal with someone who is going through mental health issues; that talk starts to take a toll on you.

Elliot Rawley was a drinker, Cy's mother had been right. And he was a poor drinker. One that let the demons of the bottle into his head when he tipped it back, demons that went about unloosing all the trouble they could find stashed in the catacombs of his mind. Every tragic thing that had ever happened, every self-doubt, every delusion, freed itself from bondage and revisited him when he drank.

When depression visits I shall hang myself to the sound of my lover's breathing

I won't be able to think. I won't be able to work. Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide

I'm tired of my life and my mind wants to die.

She died by her own hand, but she was as brave as a soldier before a firing squad. She faced it. Whatever it was, she had been facing it for a long time.

One must be able to empathize with a suicide yet not become one.

Depression doesn't just steal the depressed person's capacity for joy. It throws its mantle over everything he has ever done and everything he could ever do. The depressed person dies not to save himself from the world but to save the world from himself. In this case the word depression makes clear sense; he is pressed down, forever.

I closed my own eyes for a moment and recovered, but incompletely. I can't forget how close insanity is, how easy it might be to drive off the shoulder of the road into a place where no one would ever find me.

It is one thing to suspect yourself of going mad; it is another thing entirely to discover your suspicions are correct.

She was lonely, but she'd never tell anyone that. If you admitted you were lonely, people assumed there was something wrong with you. The media talked about an epidemic of loneliness, and yet admitting that you felt that way was a statement of failure.

A good joke cleans your insides out. If I don't laugh for a week, I feel dirty. I feel dirty now, like my insides are rotting.

Insomnia isn't really to do with not being able to sleep; it's about not having given ourselves a chance to think.

I also don't have much memory of going to the counsellor who told me I was anxious. Actually, this is a common theme across all of my anxious episodes - very hazy recollections of every day details, like dates and locations, but sharp-as-tack memories of the theories and ruminations that accompanied the episodes. Anyone else experience the same?

I am not my sickness; I have a condition that can wander all lonely and cloudlike into view from time to time. I (the whole me) can choose to sit back and witness the clouds, let them be, let them pass.

Am I really mentally ill? Disordered? Defective? Or am I just weak of character and just not trying hard enough?

Jamison's An Unquiet Mind, which details her own struggle with bipolar disorder. A passage stood out for me: "The Chinese believe that before you can conquer a beast you first must make it beautiful." The Chinese proverb puts things in the imperative. I prefer to phrase it as a gentle invitation: Let's make our beast beautiful.

This is the hoary deal-when you have got a mood disorder, few people are heavy enough and patient enough to anchor your ups and downs. And if you're high functioning in your anxiety, there are not many men (or women) out there who will actually take the kite string off you in the first place. And I do wonder if it's grossly unfair to ever expect them to be able to. I've often expected this of my partners. The expectation was too high for both of us, with all of them.

When you have ADHD your home reflects our thought. disorganized and in disoray. And like with a disorganized house. you can only appologize for your disorganized brian so many time before it becomes exhausting.

Mama took me in her arms and held me tight. Her embrace was hot and she smelled like sweat, dust, and grease, but I wanted her. I wanted to crawl inside her mind to find that place that let her smile and sing through the worst dust storms. If I had to be crazy, I wanted my mama's kind of crazy, because she was never afraid.

Do we talk about the dignity of work? Do we give our students any reason for believing it is worthwhile to sacrifice for their work because such sacrifices improve the psychological and mental health of the person who makes them?

This feeling of not having control, even when one has a strong motivation or desire, is a strong contributor to depressed feelings.

They don't know how hard they are working or how much of their energy is going into just surviving. They don't know that living is not supposed to be that hard. Too often, like the frog, by the time they discover this is not the way it's supposed to be they're already depleted, depressed, or overwhelmed.