The smile of the morning doesn’t judge the day.

My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it’s...

Except you cannot outrun insanity, anymore than you can outrun your own shadow.

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?

Far too many doctors-many of them excellent physicians-commit suicide each year; one recent study concluded that, until quite recently, the United States lost annually the equivalent of a medium-sized medical school class from suicide alone....

Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.

It is in my head! That’s why it’s called Mental Illness.

Many so-called disorders of the mind are simply disorders of thought.