I am mad. The thought calms me. I don't have to try to be sane anymore. It's over. I sleep

— Marya Hornbacher

If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

— Kay Redfield Jamison

I found my way home, stripped naked, and lay on the bathroom floor, the cool tiles pushing up. Keeping me from falling. I didn't know how long the floor would hold me. I prayed Ellen would come home...

— Juliann Garey

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. Furthermore, I am having the time of my life.

— Marya Hornbacher

I have come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that is glorious--whether all that is profound--does not spring from disease of thought--from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable", and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agrees sent mare Tenenbaum, quid in EO asset exploratory". We will say then, that I am mad.

— Edgar Allan Poe

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.

— Søren Kierkegaard

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

— Nicole Lyons

I like my writing career, and it's progression, I'd rather be that slow moving tide that turns a mountain into a beautiful beach for all to enjoy, rather than a flash in a pan that yields no heat.

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

I'm Bipolar but as normal as you except for the times my mind thinks like two

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

I'm Bipolar with PTSD there's no shortage of pain inside of me

— Stanley Victor Paskavich