Bella Heathcote Quotes

I was so devastated by my second divorce that I had a nervous breakdown.

The times in my life when I've been my thinnest, I've been a walking psycho wreck. Forget the fact that I was basically starving myself; skinny was usually due to some kind of loss. Death. Rejection. Divorce.

I was a mess my freshman year of college. I still had so much pain in my heart.

under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.

Knowing that you're crazy doesn't make the crazy things stop happening.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they're crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don't make sense.

There was a three-year chunk as a teen where I should have been tranquilized and put in a cage.

At a certain point in my personal life, I went through a divorce and lost some people close to me.

When 'Ishaqzaade' released, I was going through hell. It didn't matter what I said or did, because I had lost my mother.

Painful breakups can have profound effects on the body and mind.

I couldn't deal with a normal life.

The divorce was the toughest thing in my life. It still hurts.

We're all painfully aware of how suddenly violence can occur, how crippling it is, and how survivors have to find a way back from that.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I'll call it laughter If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding I'll call it wine But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.

Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance. It is tumbleweed distress that thrives on thin air, growing despite its detachment from the nourishing earth. It can be described only in metaphor and allegory

I simply cannot understand how any parent could kill themselves.