Quotes About Mental health

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.

After a year of therapy, my psychiatrist said to me, "Maybe life isn't for everyone.

I can understand why people jump off bridges.

MICKEY: No, don't take me home. I'm afraid I might do something. Take me to St. Vincent's. I'm just afraid.

He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.

It was high time that she left behind these silly daydreams, before she became odd and ended up locked in some attic, collecting bits of string and candle wax and muttering.

Madness comes to us all. Even you.

Maybe it didn't matter how he was crazy, only the fact that he was, the fact that he wanted someone to be crazy with him.

Ah, so using marijuana was no longer about feeling good. He had to use marijuana just to keep from feeling bad, a classic sign of substance use disorder.

yes, if you doubt it, it's true that people can feel suicidal after using marijuana, especially when they are young and use high-potency products with high frequency. I know because it happened to my son in front of my very eyes.

Honey mustard is obviously not good for my mental state.

I didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.

In 1955, at their peak, American mental hospitals held 560,000 patients nationwide, double the number at the turn of the twentieth century. By 1988, three decades later, that figure had fallen to 120,000.

In 1936, shortly after the first lobotomies were performed in Lisbon, the procedure came to our side of the sea, where it was adapted with all-American vigor, so much so that by the late 1950s, more than twenty thousand patients had had lobotomies and the surgery was being used to "cure" everything from mental retardation to homosexuality to criminal insanity.

The new antipsychotics are now a multibillion-dollar industry in this country, and by 2011 they had surpassed statins—cholesterol-lowering agents such as Lipitor and Zocor—as the best-selling category of drugs in the United States, a truly mind-boggling fact when one considers how rare psychosis is in the population.

But what happens if such a patient, say myself, for instance, has rarely if ever experienced a normal state of functioning? What happens if such a patient has spent much of her life in mental hospitals, both pursuing and being pursued by one's illness after another? What happens if "regular life" to such a person has always meant cutting one's arms, or gagging?

If you have been sick for a long, long time, Prozac may make you high. It probably won't make you, never quite managed to be a part of, but a world, nevertheless, that you at first fit into with the precision of a key to a lock or a neurotransmitter to its receptor.

If you have been sick for long, long time, Prozac may make you high. It probably won't make you high the way pot and acid do; it will make you high by returning you to a world you've forgotten or never quite managed to be a part of, but a world nevertheless, that you at first fit into with the precision of a key to a lock or a neurotransmitter to its receptor.

Affect dysregulation

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The sitting practice of meditation is regarded as one of the most profound and fundamental disciplines you could ever achieve. By doing this practice, you find that you become less crazy. You begin to develop more humor, more relaxation, and ultimately, more mindfulness.

I've never really apologised to her for that specifically, mostly because I didn't know how to apologise for my brain not working. I can't see girls being cool with... "Hey, sorry about my brain not working right; that things is nuts sometimes. I know I might have confused you, but my brain confused me too. Anyhoo...just letting you know that was why! Hugs!" I mean, I'd be willing to try it once...but just for the story, really.

Of course, I would be depressed sometimes, and my Mom would be worried about me because I would just sleep to escape. Cause I was so scared of being a musician or artist, or whatever you want to call it.

The incapacity of sound sleep denotes a mind sorely wounded.