Lorraine Bracco Quotes

Some days, I didn't know how I was going to make it to the next morning.

I certainly do get at the end of my rope at times. We all do.

I was pretty burned out in '85 and was getting - starting to get into some issues.

I was just absolutely exhausted. The media said I've been treated for a nervous breakdown. All that stuff I just took as people taking the opportunity when you're down to give you a kick.

I just want to get through each day without the need to shut my eyes for 10 minutes.

Judging by my degradation in the last 24 hours, I'll be surprised if I make it to Tuesday.

I've read a couple of things that I was sort of close to having a nervous breakdown. But I don't think I was. I was very, very tired. It was a really difficult time.

When it comes to the point where you occasionally look forward to being in prison on the basis that you might be able to spend a day reading a book, the realization dawns that perhaps the situation has become a little more stressful than you would like.

I suffer from everyday life.

I think sometimes I don't realise how much the pressure gets to me.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

I don't think I'm an unhappy person. It's just an intensity, not a depressive thing. It's just not having enough layers of skin. It's exhausting.

A three-month training camp writes you off, I wake up and I literally can't get out of bed.

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

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

I feel like I'm walking on eggs and can't take another step.

I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.

I don't deal at all well with the relative amount of stuff I have to face already.

Stress is something that is sort of out of your control. You get stressed out over looking at the finish line. Stress is something that is an outside thing. Stress is an anxiety.

There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my emotions, making me not even care about writing. There are days when I wake up so angry I can barely speak, and also days when I am so sad.

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

At times, I feel overwhelmed and my depression leads me into darkness.

I was an emotional basket case.

Men do not die from overwork. They die from dissipation and worry.

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