Quotes About Mental health

What ever happened to mental hygiene?" he asked rhetorically. "It doesn't exist—and never did. When you went through high school, you were never taught how to deal with stress, how to deal with trauma, how to deal with tension and anxiety—with the whole list of mood impairments. There's no preventive maintenance. We know how to prevent cavities. But we don't teach children how to be resilient, how to cope with stress on a daily basis.

The conventional wisdom is that episodes of major depression strike women twice as frequently as men. The drug evidence is stark. A survey found women nearly three times as likely as men to take antidepressants—with usage as high as one in every four or five women. If those characterizations are right, yoga should resonate strongly with women as a way of fighting the blues.

narcissistic personality disorder. This is the one you probably know something about. Its primary characteristics are grandiosity and lack of empathy.

I can stand you all being a lot worse now, because I can always go there. It's when I haven't got anywhere to go that I get mad straight away. But if I go there for half an hour it's beautiful to come back.

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. I was born an insomniac and that's the way I'll die, wasting thousands of hours along the way longing for unconsciousness, longing for a rubber mallet to crack me in the head, not so hard, not hard enough to do any damage, just a good whack to put me down for the night.

The measure of (mental) health is flexibility (not comparison to some 'norm'), the freedom to learn from experience Ã¢â'¬Â¦ to be influenced by reasonable arguments Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and the appeal to the emotions Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and especially the freedom to cease when sated. The essence of illness is the freezing of behavior into unalterable and insatiable patterns. Lawrence Kubie

Psychology doesn't address the soul; that's something else.

it's bad for you to hold in your feelings too much. You've a right to them.

There was nothing dreadfully wrong with me, I was just upsetting myself with my irrational thinking. I just couldn't admit it until I knew for sure. Now, I feel like a whole man, and I had to call you up and let you know where I stood . . . It was hard for me to do this, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to get around to telling you.

Los escritores están fatal de la cabeza, todo el mundo lo sabe. Y los que no publican deben ser peores aún.

Tienden al equilibrio y poseen una paz mental que aniquila la raíz psicológica de la enfermedad. Son apreciados por los demás y saben cuidarse a sí mismos. Ven la vida como un aprendizaje y resaltan siempre lo positivo en todas las cosas, incluso durante la enfermedad, se esfuerzan por comprender y no suprimir.

Spending all day in a sterile office environment, I'm too mentally numb to do anything but consume meaningless media," he says.

If you are not destroying your mind and body via paid work, you're not living right.

Suicide - " jumps off his ego onto his IQ

Rosen, D. (1996) Transforming Depression: Healing the Soul Through Creativity. New York: Penguin/Arkana.

When you are discussing a successful coach," sports psychologist Bruce Ogilvie once said, not of Ramsay but of the entire profession, "you are not necessarily drawing the profile of an entirely healthy person.

Losing even a single night's sleep can precipitate a manic episode in people with bipolar disorder who have otherwise been stable (Malkoff-Schwartz et al. 1998). In parallel, sleep deprivation can improve the mood of a person with depression, although only briefly (Harvey, 2008).

Are you insane?" "Probably, yes," she said. "Empathy deficit disorder. Excessive violence. Something along those lines.

For those who are suffering from chronic pain, there is a direct link between the level of pain and negative thinking.

my big depression. For six months I languished at the bottom of a deep hole, like the shaft of a waterless well, while kindly, puzzled people...peered down at me over the rim of the parapet and tried to cheer me up, or lowered drugs and advice in a bucket.

I don't think it was pain that made [Vincent Van Gogh] great - I think his painting brought him whatever happiness he had.

But for my faith in God, I should have been a raving maniac.

Thank God my best friend's a therapist.

My mother began to go crazy. Not in a 'Let's paint the kitchen red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwhich, I am God' sort of way.