Quotes About Mental health

I poke at my skull with a finger. It didn't feel soft or anything. I didn't feel insane. But if you'd really lost it, would you have enough left to know? Crazy people never thought they were crazy. I've always talked to things, I said. And to myself. Good point, myself agreed with me. Unless that means you've been nuts all along. I don't need wiseass remarks, I told myself severely. There's work to do. So shut up.

If you weren't getting pretty close to crazy right now, would you be talking to yourself right now?

Sometimes I think that's where most of us are," I said. "Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

Post-traumatic stress disorder from life-threatening injuries

Yeah. I'm a lot better. I'm still not . . ." She shrugged. "I'm not exactly Little Miss Stability. At least, not yet. But I'm working on it." "Sometimes I think that's where most of us are," I said. "Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.

I'm not exactly Little Miss Stability. At least, not yet. But I'm working on it. Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

Goddamn but her mind was so exhausted with trying to hold the world together, tired of being the living glue for herself, as if she let go, great pieces of her life would shatter and fall off in mockery of the apocalypse.

I admired the way she was staying a single step in front of her madness in the way that so many of us do by merely watching the clock where each tick brings us safely over the lip of the future, our madness a split second behind us.

If we couldnt laugh we would all go insane.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

Alcohol has its own well-know defects as a medication for depression but no one has ever suggested - ask any doctor - that it is not the most effective anti-anxiety agent yet known.

It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one's head in a Food Fair bag.

A razão é o perfeito equilíbrio de todas as faculdades; fora daí insânia, insânia e só insânia.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

Work and love - these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.

I've done a lot of drama, and as a lifestyle, going to work and laughing every day is just great. It's great for your mental health, and it's great for setting up a nice year.

Dont feed your mind with negative thoughts. If you do, you will come to believe them.

The cost of sanity, in this society, is a certain level of alienation.

Nothing worse than being upset and not knowing why...

Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.