Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn’t mean you can, should, or need to do it alone.
Just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean it isn’t so.
Just remember, you are not alone, in fact, you are in a very commonplace with millions of others. We need to help each other and keep striving to reach our goals.
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, he turned into a butterfly
Learning to disengage from unhealthy interactions is a form of rest. Learning to be okay with not having the last word is a form of rest. Learning to mind your business is a form of rest. Be mindful of the ways you deplete yourself of your energy.
Life doesn’t make any sense without interdependence. We need each other, and the sooner we learn that, the better for us all
Life is like a piano; the white keys represent happiness and the black show sadness. But as you go through life’s journey, remember that the black keys also create music.
Life is waiting for you. You might be stuck here for a while, but the world isn’t going anywhere. Hang on in there if you can. Life is always worth it.
Love belongs to the people who feel they are not enough. Love belongs to the kids who grow up wondering why they’re different. Love belongs to the person reading this right now. Love is for everyone.
Many survivors insist they’re not courageous: ‘If I were courageous I would have stopped the abuse.’ ‘If I were courageous, I wouldn’t be scared’… Most of us have it mixed up. You don’t start with courage and then face fear. You become courageous because you face your fear.
Mental health affects every aspect of your life. It’s not just this neat little issue you can put into a box.
Mental health is something that we all need to talk about, and we need to take the stigma away from it. So let’s raise the awareness. Let’s let everybody know it’s OK to have a mental illness and addiction problem.
Mental health problems don’t define who you are. They are something you experience. You walk in the rain and you feel the rain, but you are not the rain
Mental health…is not a destination, but a process. It’s about how you drive, not where you’re going.
Mental illness… occurs when our mental health is compromised or neglected for so long that it affects our ability to function in our everyday life.
My anxiety doesn’t come from thinking about the future but from wanting to control it.
My dark days made me strong. Or maybe I already was strong, and they made me prove it.
My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.
No amount of anxiety can change the future. No amount of regret can change the past.
No amount of support or generosity justifies someone treating you badly. This includes parents.
No amount of therapy can or self care can make up for scarcity of food & drink, time, or financial resources.
No one would ever say that someone with a broken arm or a broken leg is less than a whole person, but people say that or imply that all the time about people with mental illness.
Not surprisingly, there has been a mismatch between the enormous impact of mental illness and addiction on the public’s health and our society’s limited commitment to addressing these problems.
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
Nothing can dim the light that shines from within.
Nothing diminishes anxiety faster than action.
Over the course of the past decade, there’s been increased willingness to recognize mental health as an essential part of one’s well-being.
Part of my identity is saying no to things I don’t want to do… I check in with myself throughout the day and I say, ‘Do I really want to do this?’ and if the answer is no, then I don’t do it. And you shouldn’t either.
Others imply that they know what it is like to be depressed because they have gone through a divorce, lost a job, or broken up with someone. But these experiences carry with them feelings. Depression, instead, is flat, hollow, and unendurable. It is also tiresome. People cannot abide being around you when you are depressed. They might think that they ought to, and they might even try, but you know and they know that you are tedious beyond belief: you are irritable and paranoid and humorless and lifeless and critical and demanding and no reassurance is ever enough. You’re frightened, and you’re frightening, and you’re ‘not at all like yourself but will be soon,’ but you know you won’t.
