Ricky Hatton Quotes

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

I have my own demons and dark moods. It's weird.

I've suffered from anxiety and a lot of other things.

When I admitted to myself I was ill, it was tough to accept. I didn't want my family to worry about me.

Anxiety has been a big problem for me, but I think my biggest struggle has been depression.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

Manic depression's touching my soul. I know what I want, but I just don't know how to go about getting it.

Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. . . . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.

It's interesting to watch people go through it in something like this. I mean, what other then Melancholia films do they portray depression in?

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

I've really been grappling with depression. It's all linked with my cocaine and ecstasy abuse.

Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of.

Thinking you've had depression makes about as much sense as thinking you've been run over by a bus. Trust me - you know when you've got depression.

The mental health conversation is very important to me. I have friends that struggle with various mental illnesses. I've struggled with depression and anxiety. I'm very interested in how we deal with that.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

Mental illness is a very powerful thing. If it is with you it is probably going to be there until the day you die. I am trying so hard to break mine, but it is not easy. It is my toughest fight ever.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.