1,815 Quotes About Mental-illness

I fall—no, plummet—as everything I buried rises to tempt me, mock me, tear off my facades and reveal my raw, vulnerable core.

By gaining what I always wanted, I’m losing what I took for granted.

This is a shadow we share, a gift we suffer from the same lost ghosts.

I’ve built and defused bombs since I was a troubled, creepy child—rest in peace, school gym and cafeteria. Defusing is easier than building, though. It’s easier to destroy than to create.

See? We’re working together and singing along. Next thing you know, this will become a bloody musical. The bloody part, at least.

I will come for you, as I came for so many others, and we will follow in their wake as the last waves of the storm.

My feathers and facade burn to ash till I return to myself, forged in a volcano’s heart, stronger than a thousand suns.

This is why I despise nostalgia. Even if you came from shit, that shit smells like home, like comfort, like something I crave. Fucking psychology. Even I’m its bloody slave.

I help others so they can help me. Tell me you care. Tell me I’m special. That’s why we’re all here.