1,815 Quotes About Mental-illness

She’s my mirror — the same image twisted, turned, reflected back so sun becomes moon, left becomes right, good becomes evil, right becomes wrong. But who am I? The person? Or the echo?

I cast a spell over people. My eyes are hypnotic. My body a drug. They’re addicted. You’d understand if you met me. Let’s hope, for your sake, you never do.

Loss has a way of dampening life.

Corruption. The perennial business model.

I want to be a fly on the wall. Unseen. Unnoticed. But then I’d have to stop lighting things on fire. That’s not going to happen.

Where do I go from here? What road do I travel down where you are not by my side? What life do I lead where you are not there to guide me?

We were supposed to survive together. We were supposed to leave and live and grow old together. But instead, his death is a sacrifice for my life, a life I no longer want.

Everyone blames the victim. And then the victim becomes the villain.

She’s afraid of me. Afraid of my grief. Afraid it’s contagious. I am a reminder of mortality.