“The most miraculous moments of my life were not when my daughter and son were born, but when the second or third Prozac pill shot down my throat and catapulted me into a world called sane.” WorldMomentsBornSonDepressionDaughterShotsThirdsIllnessMental IllnessMy DaughterThroatSanePillsMiraculousProzac Author:Lauren Slater
“Mistrust is the fuel for so much mental pain, so many mental disorders. I am not talking here about the suspicions we sometimes have of one another, the distant but lurking sense that perhaps our lover lies to us, our best friend whispers behind our back. I am talking about a belief that betrayal inundates the atoms of the universe, is so woven into the workings of the world that every step is treacherous, and that below the rich mud lies a mine.” WorldSometimesPainLyingUniverseBeliefBehindsTalkingStepsRichMinesLoversBetrayalFuelDisorderAtomsSuspicionMudWovenEvery StepNot TalkingMistrustTreacherousLurkingMental DisorderMental Pain Book:Welcome to My Country Source: Welcome to My Country
“Depression is a death within, a knowledge - terrifying - that you cannot resurrect yourself. Depression is loss of the vision that lets leaves breathe and fall, that lets the air smell of seed and soil. And there must be rage, yes I think there is rage toward such a severing, such a ragged-deep rupture with the world.” ThinkingWorldFallLossVisionAirSmellBreatheSeedsRageSoilRaggedRupture Book:Welcome to My Country Source: Welcome to My Country
