Tracey Emin Quotes

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

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

Bullying made me feel insecure, alone, ugly, powerless, and hopeless at times.

I had a lot of depression as a kid.

Depression is the inability to construct a future.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

My dad was depressed a lot of the time, and there were a lot of things in his life that he never resolved.

Depression is so smart - it uses all your references and patterns.

Depression is rage spread thin.

The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

I have a pathological fear of being on my own. When I'm with my own thoughts, I start to unravel myself, and I start to think really dark thoughts, self-destructive thoughts.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

I've suffered through depression and anxiety my entire life.

I'm a dramatic, depressive person.

The operation left me very emotional. I cry a lot anyway. I've always been the type to feel hurt easily, but now I hit rock bottom.

I started having anxiety attacks and panic attacks. I would cry myself to sleep every night and wish I could go back in time and get my life back and be a human again instead of a photo op.

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

The first thing that happens to someone with a mental illness, in the throes of it, is that they lose all their self-esteem. They don't think they fit in.

There's a lot of people out here faking a smile on their face like they got it together but inside actually suffering from some sort of traumatic experience, a loss, depressed, fearful, envious or whatever the case may be, but I can feel it.

You never know what they're going through. Maybe they failed a test. Maybe they're going through a state of depression. Kids go through so much.

I have a voice inside. A voice that I am forever trying to silence. A voice that calls me in when I want to be out, playing. A voice that is always sad. That is always terrified. That always wants to sit in the darkened room, away from noise and movement and colour - away from any experience that could prove to be challenging.