mental-disorders

The reason I don't Kill Myselfis because I know I can.

To not have your suffering recognized is an almost unbearable form of violence.

Worry is like a roller coaster ride that you think will take you somewhere, but it never does.

A life out of balance is a person that doesn__ believe happiness can be achieved now, or in the future. It is as fleeting as the wind.

Unrequited love is the only emotion that allows sane people to taste the __ife sentence_ of someone with bipolar disorder. The longer they hang onto a lost cause the more unstable they look to everyone else. They contradict their own belief systems and statements, by circling the drain with two competing emotions__ove and hate.

In order to master compassion, you have to spend time getting to know monsters. When you can do that you will see that there are no monsters, only people that acted like monsters because no one gave them the time or compassion to hear their story.

...Daisy doesn't even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom... you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there's no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you. I do see why Nikki likes the novel, as it's written so well. But her liking it makes me worry now that Nikki really doesn't believe in silver linings, because she says The Great Gatsby is the greatest novel ever written by an American, and yet it ends so sadly. One thing's for sure, Nikki is going to be very proud of me when I tell her I finally read her favorite book. -Silver Linings Playbook, p. 9

Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.

the essential feature of the Dissociative Disorders is a disruption in the usually integrated functions of consciousness, memory, identity,or perception

They say there__ so much beauty in the world, but I don__ see it. Perhaps that__ my problem. Am I crazy for having major depressive disorder, or is the rest of the population crazy for not having it? How do you even define sanity? Is it the will to live another day in spite of a lifetime of failures? Or is it the desire to keep going after you__e lost everything you really, truly cared about?

He__ been looking at my file. So the question has to be right there on the tip of his tongue right about now, waiting to be spoken. But he keeps up the __ct professional_ charade, makes it feel like he sees this kind of thing all the time, but in reality he__ having a little fun with it. I__ the story he__ going to tell at a bar after making my name anonymous. I__ the case study that__ going to become dinner conversation when he takes some rich bitch out next week. He__ going to do it to make himself look well-balanced, prove how normal he is in a world full of weirdoes. In short, he__ going to look __ormal_ at my expense.

The problem with having problems is that __omeone_ always has it worse.

Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home.

Here is to all the brilliant minds that love deeply, for they write the stories that make us dream of true love. Here is to all the visionaries that create a miracle when others give up hope. Here is to all the artists, musicians, actors, singers, songwriters, dancers, screenwriters, philosophers, inventors and poetic hearts that create a perspective of heaven we can experience in this lifetime. But most of all, here is to the wild souls that the world calls broken, insane, abnormal, weird or different because they are the ones that renew our faith, by what they overcome and create, in a world that needs a sign that God doesn__ forget the least of us.

Basically, everything that happens in our life is our fault and ours alone. A lot of people go through the same difficulties we went through, and they react completely differently. We looked for the easiest way out: a separate reality

Take it from me, that kind of torment causes you to retreat to a place in your mind where you are so strong that nothing and no one can bother you. Or so you think! What you don't realize is that each time an incident occurs, you retreat inside of yourself a little bit at a time, until one day you might not recognize who YOU are.

As it stands, the diagnostic criteria for depression are so loose that two people with absolutely no symptoms in common can both end up with the same unitary diagnosis of depression. For this reason especially, the concept of depression as a mental disorder has been charged with being little more than a socially constructed dustbin for all manner of human suffering.

Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows me whole and gnaws at my very bones. It floods me over and over, drowning me over and over... It is a torturous broken record player with a scratched disc on repeat, the wailing disrupting any possible good remaining after the tsunami. It wails and wails inside my ribcage and inside my skull. I cannot make it stop.