Edvard Munch Quotes

I couldn't deal with a normal life.

I had gone through a really rough patch in my life, struggling with anxiety and depression for the first time ever, and it was totally new to me. I really had no idea what was going on, and it was all I could think about, so it was all I could write about.

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

For a long time I thought I could deal with my anger and hostility on my own. But I couldn't. I denied that it had affected me, and yet I was so frantic on the inside with other people: I needed to be constantly reassured.

I still get awful depression. It's who I am.

I got problems. I freak out, go to a shrink, go through all kinds of therapy and stuff, but I'm learning how to deal with it. That's why I've chosen one hour a night to get all of my aggressions out. to really tell the world the way I feel.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

Sometimes, I have played something that psychologically sticks with me, that's opposite of where I am. I guess I have a lot of anger in me.

Earlier in my life, I had a tendency toward depression.

When I first started making music, it was where I went when I couldn't express myself, when I wasn't able to connect with other people, when I couldn't talk about what I was going through.

I'm a dramatic, depressive person.

I came close to depression, but when I started to feel I could really lose myself, I somehow escaped it.

For about three or four years, I was in a lot more physical pain and stress than anybody knew. When I would meet people, I was kind of standoffish. That was because I was in a bit of a funk.

When I was younger, there weren't many people that were open about going through anxiety, so I never knew how to deal with it.

As you know, I have been very open about my struggle with social anxiety.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

Forgive me. I can no longer live with my nerves.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

I deal with emotional pain through therapy, writing, therapy in music. I think emotional pain is best dealt with when you use art to express it.

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings

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

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

Some days I'm in better control and can navigate my way through stuff, and other days, not so much.

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

I've spent a lot of time and money trying to keep my anger in control.