Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

In my lowest moments, the only reason I didn't commit suicide was that I knew I wouldn't be able to drink any more if I was dead.

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

I didnt like being reminded about how self-absorbed i was. I wanted to be over this, done with this. I didnt want to live in a broken world or a broken me. I wasnt trying to weasel out of anything. I just wasnt in the mood of being on the earth that night. I get like that sometimes when it rains, or when i see certain sad movies.

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

One Saturday in 1984, I walked into my first AA meeting. I went regularly for six years and only stopped when I came to realize my underlying problem was not genuine alcoholism, but depression.

It was my Fat Elvis period. I was eating and drinking like a pig. I was depressed and I was crying out for help. It's real. And I meant it.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

I drink to forget I drink.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I have a lot of friends who are trying to clean up their act, or that are still making trouble for themselves, so I'm definitely well-versed on what goes on in the mind and the heart of a person who self-destructs as their coping mechanism, and also what they're like when you take their preferred substance away.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

You can't drown yourself in drink. I've tried, you float.

People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It's hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

I try not to think about my life. I have no life. I need therapy.

If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.

Depression, if it's an unconsciously elected experience, is a luxury.

I never really thought of myself as depressed so much as paralyzed by hope.

There was three or four years of my life where I hated myself and you know, would have quite happily ended it.

People always want to ask me about my drug problem - I never had a drug problem; I had a self-esteem problem!

When it came to 'Binge,' it wasn't my intention to get on a little soapbox and have a teaching moment. It was more, 'Here are things that have happened to me; here's what I've learned from it. If you'd like to learn from it too, great; if you just like the entertainment aspect, that's fine too.'

The gift of sobriety is clarity and a sense of connection - and travel only enhances that.

There were days that I literally had no reason to get out of bed. It just was so destructive for me.