Quotes About Mental health

Mental health days only exist for people who have the luxury of saying 'I don't want to deal with things today' and then can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting the fights we always fight, with no one really caring one way or another, unless...

It wouldn't be fair to ask you to be around me when I'm so sick of being around me.

gothblood4567: 'sup? finalwill: i'm working. gothblood4567 on what? finalwill: my suicide note. i can't figure out how to end it. gothblood4567: lol

Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

I said I hated life. You said you hated life. We decided to hate it together. We didn't know anything. Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

I'm insane. But I tell them this. I tell them to consider blessings. The thing about blessings is that they aren't just delivered to you. There is some mystery to their appearance, but once they're in your reach, you have to do something for them.

People fall hard for the notion of falling, and saying you want no part of it will only get you sent to the loony bin.

I'll kill myself. I swear, I'll kill myself, you threatened. We're not going to leave you alone, I said. But we had to, eventually. After all, people are always separable.

Jest when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me.

i think the idea of a 'mental health day' was invented by people who have no clue what it's like to have bad mental health

Mental health days only exist for people who have the luxury of saying 'I don't want to deal with things today' and then can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting the things we always fight, with no one really caring one way or another.

And if you ever get the feeling you want to run away again, talk to someone about it. Because running away without a word is never going to be the answer to your problems; it will only cause more problems.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving.

form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, not the body. It is, they believe, something that you have some choice over. I know how wrong this is.

Right here people might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of—or because of—his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great—I think his painting brought him whatever happiness he had.

I have the same answer all the time: My doctor told me not to think about these things.

I went to a psychiatrist once. I was doing something that had become a pattern in my life, and I thought, Well, I should go talk to a psychiatrist. When I got into the room, l asked him, Do you think that this process could, in any way, damage my creativity? And he said, Well, David, I have to be honest: it could. And I shook his hand and left.

common phobias of heights and snakes can be cured relatively easily through short-term desensitization therapy.

We're basically nuts. Human beings, we're basically insane.

Chronic, unrecognized anger and resentment reemerge in our life as depression, which is anger directed against oneself.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.