Big Boi Quotes

I'd go into the pub and start crying even before I'd had my first drink.

My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober, he was mostly in his room.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I was poisoning myself with alcohol and medicating myself. I was trying to numb things. I was trying not to feel things, and that's ridiculous. It's one of the dumbest things you can do, because all you're doing is postponing the inevitable. Someday you'll have to look all those things in the eye rather than try to numb the pain.

the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

If the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself.

The day I pitched, I would drink either 'cause I was celebrating or I lost and couldn't sleep.

Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.

I pretended I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home and no one hit me.

When Andy died, I just drank to dumb my mind.

When I left home, I was going to ride around a little while and then go to my mom's. As I rode and rode and rode, I felt even more anxiety coming upon me about not wanting to live.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

Well of course I get depressed sometimes, yes I do.

I think for me, food was a way for me to deal with emotional trouble.

I was very academically inclined. But my inner life was in such turmoil. I'd go home and my home life was so miserable that it just felt like I was doing everything that I was supposed to do. I did all my chores, made really good grades, and I was excelling at school, but I wasn't happy.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

I am depressed sometimes, but it's not what keeps me at home or focused on work.

My Struggles is a record close to me. It's about what I went through at home living with an abusive father.

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.

It is not heroin or cocaine that makes one an addict. It is the need to escape from a harsh reality.

Drunkenness was extremely common… It seemed for many the only refuge from depression and misery. The effect of drunkenness upon the ordinary relationship of husband and wife, parents and children, was disastrous.

I was in so much emotional pain as a young girl that whatever distracted me from how I felt about myself was fine by me.

I went through an extreme depression.

I have a very high frequency of anger, and a very high frequency of sadness.