Quotes About Mental health

No one likes messy. They like smiling Violet. I wonder what Ryan would do if he knew Finch was the one who talked me down and not the other way around. I wonder what any of them would do.

The thing is, there are good days and bad days. I feel almost guilty saying they aren't all bad.

It's the mean parts she wants. She is collecting all the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words and keeping them for herself. "Why are we doing this, Dec?" "Because they shouldn't be in there mixed with the good. They like to trick you?

Several years ago, a boy I knew and loved killed himself.

The quote is from Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband, but I think it fits the occasion.

Coffee drinkers are less likely to commit suicide than non–coffee drinkers. I

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. The reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe—I'm fighting to be here in this shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

It feels a lot like the strain of trying to stay awake when I can feel the darkness sliding under my skin, trying to borrow my body without asking so that my hands become its hands, my legs its legs.

Worthless, stupid. THese are the words that I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless, stupid...

I can barely hear her because I am trapped in my mind and body, shivering and afraid. I suddenly feel like I have face blindness because no one looks familiar or nice, and my eyes are flying all over the gym, searching for help.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words…

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. The reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe--I'm fighting to be here in this shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the edge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Listen, I'm the freak. I'm the weirdo. I'm the troublemaker. I start fights. I let people down. Don't make Finch mad, whatever you do. Oh, there he goes again, in one of his moods. Moody Finch. Angry Finch. Unpredictable Finch. Crazy Finch. But I'm not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I'm a person.

these drugs, they take away the lows but they can take away the highs too. They can isolate you from the world, you know? Wrap you in cotton wool . . . remove you a little. For people whose pain is unendurable, of course.

What have anxiety-creating engines designed to distract, enervate, and worry you got to do with your mental health?

Lara Jean, why do you have to remember every little thing? It's not healthy.

You know, I read a study that found that baking is actually therapeutic. It's something to do with the repetition of measuring ingredients, and creativity. Psychologists call it behavioral activation.

Being alone with yourself is increasingly unpopular.

Here is what happens in middle age: Some friends and acquaintances who were merely eccentric for years become unmistakably mad.

The best thing with crazy people, Grandma Win used to say – the only thing, really – is to be somewhere else.

But she does get irritated when her college sends around the memo at the end of the semester about how to recognize a suicidal student. She wants to send it back marked up in black letters. How about you look in their eyes?

She thinks she should go off her meds maybe so as to write more fluidly. Possibly this is not a good idea. But only possibly.

Studies conducted around the world have shown a close correlation between materialist values, depression, and substance abuse.