PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions.

It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.

Have you ever suddenly realized it's someone else's mood swing and you're just along for the ride?

Dishonoring what we feel is an epidemic that has us self-medicating as a culture and trying to numb ourselves.

We all have problems, but let's not kid ourselves: it's how we deal with them that makes the difference.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

If you haven't caused a scene in a psych unit, it's just because you haven't been inside long enough.

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine!

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me

Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself. It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up

Sometimes, though, we let ourselves get so used to being 'fine' that we lose track of how 'not fine' we are.

I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

The presuming social view that mental health is not as serious as the media says it is, blocks progress. This too is political.

The greater the gap between self perception and reality, the more aggression is unleashed on those who point out the discrepancy.