Kate was about to protest when something caused her to look in her mother’s direction. She was standing statue-like in front of the television with that brave, painted-on smile. Then Kate realized what had caught her attention: her mother’s tear-filled eyes were reflecting the on-off motion of the blinkers like a watery mirror. Kate stared transfixed at the flashing points of light that betrayed her mother’s pain. The urge to tell her father how much she wanted him to be proud of her and how much he had hurt her, faded in the dark depths of her mother’s eyes.
S.A. McLainTags: alcoholism mental-illness family-drama
It felt like this was never going to end. The world wasn't going to stop crashing down until there was nothing left of me but dust.
Keary TaylorTags: depression anxiety mental-illness mental-disorder mental
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.
Susanna KaysenTags: insanity crazy mental-illness girl-interrupted
I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.
Criss JamiTags: intelligence pain knowledge compassion self-control sorrow creativity genius understanding sympathy control brain illness cognition driving creative mental-illness schizophrenia disorder mental psychopath creative-genius
This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn’t chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.
Jeffrey EugenidesTags: melancholy brain mental-health mental-illness chemical somatic marriage-plot
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
Jeffrey EugenidesTags: depression mental-health mental-illness
Her parents, she said, has put a pinball machine inside her head when she was five years old. The red balls told her when she should laugh, the blue ones when she should be silent and keep away from other people; the green balls told her that she should start multiplying by three. Every few days a silver ball would make its way through the pins of the machine. At this point her head turned and she stared at me; I assumed she was checking to see if I was still listening. I was, of course. How could one not? The whole thing was bizarre but riveting. I asked her, What does the silver ball mean? She looked at me intently, and then everything went dead in her eyes. She stared off into space, caught up in some internal world. I never found out what the silver ball meant.
Kay Redfield JamisonTags: psychology depression bipolar-disorder mental-illness manic-depression mental-disorder psychopathology bipolar mania manic
I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.
Marya HornbacherTags: memoir bipolar-disorder mental-illness bipolar
It was the face of a human being who’d been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.
Ryū MurakamiTags: pain humanity murder sadness apathy loneliness emotions depression mental-illness
Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain she must be in to destroy herself that way. She knows there's something ironic in her compassion for the other girl, but she can't help feeling that this utter mortification of the flesh is far worse than anything that she herself has done.
Julia HobanTags: eating-disorder anorexia depression starvation mental-illness self-injury self-harm si
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