#illness

I am not afraid to die; I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dying #fear #goodbye #hope #illness

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#crashing #falling #love #mental-illness #new-love

Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#falling #love #madness #mental-illness #sudden

Sometimes with a flutter of agitated worry that felt like a beetle was trapped inside my ribs. p. 90 ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#love

Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#alcoholism #drinking #heartbreak #insane #mental-illness

They won’t put me in an insane asylum because I dance very well and give money to anyone who asks. ↗

— Vaslav Nijinsky

#mental-illness #schrizophrenia #money

I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible... ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#depression #elizabeth-wurtzel #mental-illness #prozac-nation #movies

I can't describe the feeling when I go down – it's down down down and there's never going to be an up again. And whatever was good isn't good any more; white becomes grey, music becomes dictionaries, honey becomes beer and the sky a curdled lemon. There's no caramel anymore. ↗

— John Marsden

#music

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance... ↗

— Annie Dillard

#stillness #nature

Sickness is the vengeance of nature for the violation of her laws. ↗

— Charles Simmons

#laws-of-nature #nature