Some people say that having any conscious opinion on the matter is a mark of sanity, but I'm not sure that's true. I still think about it. I'll always have to think about it. I often ask myself if I'm...
Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.
The disorder is more common in women. Note the construction of that sentence. They did not write, The disorder is more common in women. It would still be suspect, but they didn't bother trying to cove...
Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers, or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?
For many of us, the hospital was as much a refuge as it was a prison. Though we were cut off from the world and all the trouble we enjoyed stirring up out there, we were also cut off from the demands...
Stavolta lessi il titolo del quadro: Ragazza interrotta mentre suona.Interrotta mentre suona: com’era stata la mia vita, interrotta nella musica dei miei diciassette anni, com’era stata la sua vita, s...
Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner.
Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she’d burned all that out of her.
Made a stupid remark—why not kill myself? Missed the bus—better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie—maybe I shouldn’t kill myself.
Once you start parsing a face, it's a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots.
One of the great pleasures of mental health (whatever that is) is how much less time I have to spend thinking about myself.
Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath...
Recovered. Had my personality crossed over that border, whatever and wherever it was, to resume life within the confines of normal? Had I stopped arguing with my personality and learned to straddle th...
When you’re sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.
When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.
The group had an atomic structure: a nucleus of nuts surrounded by darting, nervous nurse-electrons charged with our protection.
It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.
Nothing, I said. It's quiet. It's like I don't know. It's like falling off a cliff. I laughed. I guess my life will just stop when I get married.It didn't. It wasn't quiet either. And in the end, I lo...
On top of the bookcase were several Mexican papier-mâché figures of people with knives stuck through their heads and blood running down their faces...I found these comforting...They looked happy enoug...
Reality was getting too dense.
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