#disorder

Real hope combined with real action has always pulled me through difficult times. Real hope combined with doing nothing has never pulled me through. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#recovery #life

The barriers we face in life are so often the ones we create in our minds. As a child I couldn’t open that wooden gate because my body prevented me from doing so. As a teenager it seemed I couldn’t open that door because my mind held me hostage. The world that waited beyond it now was no longer one of safety or escape. Instead, I knew every time that I opened that door, it would be to a life of psychological insecurity and emotional entrapment. She - that cerebral leech who clung to all my thoughts - convinced me of this fact. Only with her could I find and maintain an asylum of mental armour ↗

— Leanne Waters

#eating-disorder #life

The order I found was the order of disorder ↗

— William Saroyan

#life #order #life

One of the most dangerous myths surrounding eating disorders is that they are a life sentence. ↗

— Lynn Crilly

#myths #recovery #life

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#crashing #falling #love #mental-illness #new-love

Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#falling #love #madness #mental-illness #sudden

I became skilled at covering my tracks, filling in the blanks. Sometimes the blanks were never filled. At other times, I would recall places where I had been or things I had done as if from a dream, which made the playback of my father and other men abusing me seem I even less real, fantasies conjured up from my imagination I not my memory. Perhaps somebody else’s memory. I didn’t think of myself as having mental-health problems. You don’t at sixteen. I thought of myself as being special, highly strung, moody. ↗

— Alice Jamieson

#amnesia #dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-identity-disorder #incest

They won’t put me in an insane asylum because I dance very well and give money to anyone who asks. ↗

— Vaslav Nijinsky

#mental-illness #schrizophrenia #money

The reason I don't Kill Myself is because I know I can. ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#mental-disorders #mental-health #suicide #suicide-attempt #mental-health

Denial returned, like a nagging cough you can never quite shake. Actually, it was always close at hand, and even though "satanic ritual abuse" did describe what had happened to me when I was a child. the concept was so foreign and so horrific that some part of me still wanted to stay in denial. Devil worship dominated my childhood. That was undeniable, even if it was still nearly impossible to contemplate. Both of my parents and any number of their friends, as well as "respected" members of our community, had worshipped Satan. I pushed the notion aside with all the power I could muster. I kept thinking to myself that it was ridiculous and impossible. p157 ↗

— Suzie Burke

#child-abuse #consciosness #denial #derealization #devil