Lilith Saintcrow Quotes

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

I suffer anxiety and a lot of insecurities, depression and stuff.

Nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we endure, and generally create ourselves.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

Depression is rage spread thin.

You never really shake depression and that's a tough road you have to deal with.

I've never had a person come to me and say, 'I want to take down this person.' They come and say, 'I need help. This thing is killing me. It's weighing me down. It's sitting in the pit of my stomach.'

I never thought I'd be somebody dealing with anxiety or depression.

There were times in my early 20s where I dealt with some anxiety and depression issues. At that time, it just feels like you're under the water, and you can't get out.

I couldn't deal with a normal life.

I personally dealt with a lot of depression and anxiety in my life.

I'm acutely aware of my anxiety.

I'll worry about something and get stressed whereas Ant is usually a bit more chilled about things.

I have struggled with anxiety and depression since I was a teenager.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

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.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

Anxiety is our agitated soul scrambling for control.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

I was born with a nervous breakdown.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

I think emotional and mental pain is probably worse than physical pain. I think we don't realize that I have no arms or legs but we all have disabilities of some sort, some fear, some lost, some wishes that didn't come true, things we wish would be better.

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.