{"quotes":[{"text":"All the skills from DBT glom together, a mass of acronyms without any meaning. I pull out the DBT books and paw through the pages. Something has to help. Then I find these words: 'The lives of suicidal, borderline individuals are unbearable as they currently being lived.","author":"Kiera Van Gelder","tags":["borderline-personality-disorder","mental-illness"],"id":329,"author_id":"Kiera+Van+Gelder"},{"text":"Once I had found the courage to tell Rebecca about the children in my head, it wasn't so hard in the coming months to tell Roberta. On the train from Huddersfield one day in May I made a roll call of the usual suspects: Baby Alice; Alice 2, who was two years old and liked to suck sticky lollipops; Billy; Samuel; Shirley; Kato; and the enigmatic Eliza. There was boy I would grow particularly fond of named limbo, who was ten, but like Eliza he was still forming. There were others without names or specific behaviour traits. I didn't want to confuse the issue with this crowd of 'others' and just counted off the major players with their names, ages and personalities, which Roberta scribbled down on a pad. Then she looked slightly embarrassed. 'You know, I've met Billy on a few occasions, and Samuel once too,' she said. 'You're joking.' I felt betrayed. 'Why didn't you tell me?' 'I wanted it to come from you, Alice, when you were ready.' For some reason I pulled up my sleeves and showed he my arms. 'That's Kato,' I said, 'or Shirley.' She looked a bit pale as she studied the scars. I had feeling she didn't know what to say. The problem with counsellors is that they are trained to listen, not to give advice or diagnosis. We sat there with my arms extended over the void between us like evidence in court, then I pushed down my sleeves again. 'I'm so sorry, Alice,' she said finally and I shrugged. 'It's not your fault, is it?' Now she shrugged, and we were quiet once more.","author":"Alice Jamieson","tags":["dissociation","dissociative","dissociative-identity-disorder","mental-health","mental-illness","multiple-personality-disorder","psych","split-personality","therapy"],"id":1015,"author_id":"Alice+Jamieson"},{"text":"What is in your blood matters, but not as much as what is in your heart.","author":"Sonja Yoerg","tags":["family","heredity","inspirational","mental-illness"],"id":1511,"author_id":"Sonja+Yoerg"},{"text":"It has many forms, not all of which look like what you see in movies.","author":"Carya Cunningham-Sloan","tags":["diagnosis","mental-illness","ptsd","sterotypes"],"id":2071,"author_id":"Carya+Cunningham-Sloan"},{"text":"If you put the wrong foods in your body, you are contaminated and dirty and your stomach swells. Then the voice says, Why did you do that? Don't you know better? Ugly and wicked, you are disgusting to me.","author":"Bethany Pierce","tags":["anorexia","anorexic","bulimia","bulimic","depression","eating-disorder","eating-disorders","ed","mental-illness","ocd"],"id":2326,"author_id":"Bethany+Pierce"},{"text":"Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.","author":"John Green","tags":["expectations","mental-illness"],"id":2979,"author_id":"John+Green"},{"text":"Those that have lost their lives to suicide were good people, who were in deep, deep pain. Keep speaking about mental illness and keep it out of the darkness.","author":"Mariel Hemingway","tags":["mental-illness","stigma-of-suicide","suicide"],"id":4576,"author_id":"Mariel+Hemingway"},{"text":"Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A sure thing, because it was always safer, less painful to stop trying than it was to repeatedly try and fail. Failure-disappointment-was a poison in my blood. Despair was the antidote.","author":"Norah Vincent","tags":["coping","depression","mental-illness","recovery","sadness"],"id":5248,"author_id":"Norah+Vincent"},{"text":"I was always asking myself why. Why am I feeling this? Thinking that if I knew the cause I could find the cure. But of course there was no reasonable why, at least not in the present. I was awash in an accumulation of past feelings and future dreads, all similar, at least as far as my brain was concerned, and so, lumped together as one. But nobody can handle a lifetime of experience in one moment. That's why depression crushes you.","author":"Norah Vincent","tags":["depression","mental-health","mental-illness","recovery","sadness","trauma"],"id":5703,"author_id":"Norah+Vincent"},{"text":"It has to be emphasized that if the pain were readily describable most of the countless sufferers from this ancient affliction would have been able to confidently depict for their friends and loved ones (even their physicians) some of the actual dimensions of their torment, and perhaps elicit a comprehension that has been generally lacking; such incomprehension has usually been due not to a failure of sympathy but to the basic inability of healthy people to imagine a form of torment so alien to everyday experience.","author":"William Styron","tags":["comprehension","depressed","depression","health","mental-illness","pain","sufferer","sympathy","torment","understanding"],"id":6874,"author_id":"William+Styron"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":804,"pages":81,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}