#mental illness

It seems to me at times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost

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I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be

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I do not even know whether I am the one living it or if my life is living me.

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Vague dreams, confusing lights, perplexing landscapes—that is what remains in my soul after all my journeying. I have

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Boredom sets in right after the creative act is finished. The act of creating is stimulating and exciting and in the

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Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be breakthrough. It is potentially liberation and renewal as well as

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Insanity — a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.

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It is not tedium that one feels. It is not grief. It is not even tiredness that one feels. It is the desire to go to

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Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at

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The trivialities natural to life, the insignificancies of the normal and vulgar, lie like a layer of dust, tracing a blurred,...

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I loathe the happiness of all these people who don’t know they’re unhappy. Their true life is vegetative, their sufferings

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I still haven’t managed not to feel the pain of my solitude. It is so difficult to achieve the distinction of spirit that

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Keep going. That’s all you have to do, ever.

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I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself.

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I question myself but do not know myself. The part of my life not wasted in thinking up confused interpretations of nothing

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You don’t have to get it perfect; just showing up is enough.

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That which caused us trial shall yield us triumph; and that which made our heart ache shall fill us with gladness. The only

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The more one suffers, the more, I believe, has one a sense for the comic. It is only by the deepest suffering that one

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You are keenly observant, but I also want to say that this is perhaps your error. Your life will amount to nothing but

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With every increase in the degree of consciousness, and in proportion to that increase, the intensity of despair increases:

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"What have you done, you who are crying now? What have you done with your youth?"...

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