Thoughts. Thoughts bombard my head, my brain. My psyche

The first time I saw her,Everything in my head went quiet.

To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.

I had officially joined the cacophony of sick mother fuckers.

Forgive me for being chipper, but despair is desperately dull.

It is in my head! That's why it's called Mental Illness.

Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.

All mental unhappiness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering.

My psychiatrist said I had charisma so at least I'm certified

Forgive me," I wrote at the bottom. "I did not think I would break.

The voices in my head that tell the other voices what to do are mean.

Many so-called disorders of the mind are simply disorders of thought.

I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.

A child's death isn't always necessary for a mother to grieve.