Shannon

“All I want to do is ask the universe: "Make me not ill, pal. I just wanna be able to wash my hair like everyone else.”
― Emily Reynolds, A Beginner's Guide To Losing Your Mind

“The thing about pills, Regan wanted to say to the doctor who had clearly never taken any, was that the ups and downs still happened; they were just different now, contained within brackets of limitation. Some inner lawlessness was still there, screeching for a higher high and clawing for a lower low, but ultimately the pills were loose restraints, a method of numbly shrinking”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“Bipolar disorder was like that: a wild party that was constantly on the verge of ending, chaos and bright lights, an exaltation of the senses. That was mania. But all parties had their end, and when the shadows were long and the glitter had lost its sparkle and gathered to mingle with the dust on the unclean floors and all the food lost its flavor and the music finally died—that was depression, lurking in between all of the dark spaces of the noise and the laughter, as unavoidable as death or darkness.”
― Nenia Campbell, Batter My Heart

“I haven't beat my mental illness I've quit letting it beat me”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich