Bipolar Inspirational Quotes

You cannot free someone who is caged in their own self.

Take me to your darkest corners and watch your demons surrender to mine..

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me. It was when i let you.

My life isn't good or bad. It's an incredible series of emotional and mental extremes, with beautiful thunderstorms and stunning sunrises. Some would say this is my artistic temperament. Others would say i am mentally ill or bipolar. I SAY... it's a bit of both and i make the most of them, CREATIVELY.

Master the art of selflove and you will never have to seek validation ever again.

I was lost for too long but when i found you, i could feel it in my bones. You were my home.

It's okay darling, creative people are called crazy all the time.

A person who gossips & talks too much may not suffer from Bipolar Disorder but may suffer from Verbal Diarrhea.:)

I am no one's to be claimed, I belong to me.

You’ve got to reach bedrock to become depressed enough before you are forced to accept the reality and enormity of the problem.

My story is not a sad story; it's a real one. It's a story about a girl who fought through a storm she thought would never end.

I've been diagnosed as being bi-polar but so have Florence Nightingale and King David...which kinda leaves me in pretty dam good company...if I must say so.

Sometimes it seems like "pain" is too obvious a place to turn for inspiration. Pain isn't always deep, anyway. Sometimes it's awful and that's it. Or boring. Surely other things can be as profound as pain.

I stopped losing my sleep over you... Now i lie awake in search of me!!

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

It's feeling full of everything and empty of it all at the same time. This is mental illness.

If you want to see the stars, you must be willing to travel through the dark.

To keep moving forward, we have to let purpose lead the way. Lukas Klessig

Sometimes I am high; sometimes I am low, but I love myself even when I hate myself.

Beautiful soul, do not give up. What we believe to be the end is usually just the beginning.

The light you are searching for can be found in your reflection.

This is really difficult to accept who i am, i am a liar, coward, selfish and i am done. I am not a inspiration, not a friend , not a teacher, just another face in a crowd. I don't know who i am.

The mental health problem is not just a health crisis; it's a social injustice. It's the mistreatment of the misunderstood.

When you live with depression, anxiety, or any mental illness, you spend most of your time "trying to explain" yourself over taking care of yourself.

They told me to pursue acting, and I replied, "I live with mental illness. I've been an actress my whole life.

There may not be any romance to mental illness but who needs romance when the preferable route is agency? The prevailing conversation around mental health issues is agency and the lack thereof on the part of the mentally ill. But what do you do if you’re a paid-up member of the mentally ill populace in question? Do you curl up into a ball and give up? No, you look for solutions. Ultimately, it’s about keeping despair at bay and sometimes simple things like running, taking up a hobby, doing charity work, painting or, in my case, writing can be a galvanizing part of the recovery process. Keeping the brain and the body active can give life a semblance of pleasure and hope. This is what writing has done for me. I took every traumatic element of my condition and channelled it into something useful.

It's amazing the things that the heart and mind can endure. No one ever told me that growing up, so I often spent my childhood thinking something was wrong with me.

I want to be my children’s hero.

Breaking and rebuilding happen simultaneously. So when you are crumbling, remember it's from the bottom we rise again.

It's hard to explain my life; it's kind of like a mash up. When you're a kid and you think it's a good idea to mix all the paint colors and you think it's going to be awesome, but you find out it just all turns black.

I find the thought of my children telling their friends their father is an accomplished author appealing. I used to think that I needed to be famous and write a bestseller to be considered accomplished and I very well may think that again at some later point, but for now in this moment, I sit with a smile on my face, holding tears of joy back, knowing that I am already an accomplished individual and that if I never create a best-selling book, I can still die a happy man.

This work of art has followed me from jail into the padded room, to the suicide triage unit, to the streets, through bankruptcy, into rehabilitation, back to health and financial independence, and into society as a loving and healthy, successful father. If it wasn’t for the purpose I found in writing this work of art, I’d be dead. I know this work of art will change your life, because it changed mine.

When I look back on my life I realize I was very sick for a long time. Sitting here in good health, I find myself crying. I do that sometimes. I am very sensitive. My dear son Jayden, who many know as Fox0r Jr., inherited that trait from me. I see it in him already. Jaxson is confident. Owen is sweet and loving. He is also spry and cunning. Finley is bold. Finley is also a stirring and adventurous child. We have laughed together. We have cried together. We have smiled together. My sons, next to Jesus, are my greatest inspiration.

Bipolar military leaders take inspired risks that seem brilliant in retrospect—if they work.

I hope to find lasting happiness and empower and inspire my fellow beings to also acquire and project their own happiness throughout the multiverse, enabling those ignorant, darkened souls to bloom and experience the blessings of true freedom.

Over the course of my life, many people have claimed that I am a good man. I don’t deny that claim. I am an equal helping of light and dark. Inherently, I know I am good. I also know that darkness resides inside of my heart. Thankfully, God sees through my walls and knows what resides inside. He has always protected me and others from that darkness, even when I was at my lowest.

It is not delusional to think we can change a world that is shrouded in darkness. A light, in and of itself, changes darkness by its very nature. If I choose to shine as a light in the darkness, I will illuminate the world around me. If I choose love over hate, I will make a difference – no matter how small that difference may be. You will, too.

the lines between brilliantly inspired and outrageously improbable ideas become horribly

It’s not a mistake I’m an alien experiment, I was born and placed in a tube. When I fuck girls in the ass, I do it without lube. I don't even have to look at the page to write this dude. The spirit of God is how I move. This shit's too easy, especially when you live eternally. I'm a fucking Wolf, the Alpha, and I was locked in a zoo It's just beginning, I'm sinking my teeth deeper inside of you Into your soul Where we're going only I know Connecting all your dots Never-ending Driving the wrong way on the street Hydroplaning through 4 feet Of water, like Paul Walker, the fire's getting hotter And I can't get out

In depression, no amount of cheerleading, self-help books, or inspirational sticky notes on our bathroom mirror can overcome the power of the illness.

We need to help inspire an increasingly “one-minded” approach to not only mental illness and addiction but brain diseases from autism to Alzheimer’s, bipolar disorder to traumatic brain injury, seizures to PTSD.

Pretty sure someone’s out there driving a U-Haul in my honor ... Fucking crazy sons of bitches.

When you fight for something important enough, no matter how hard times get, you will always be content.

Don’t overthink or spend too much time analyzing. Just enjoy the journey.

While they can certainly derive great pleasure from reflection and contemplation, there are times when they fatigue of thinking, feel they have reached a dead end, or just want to “get out of their own head.” When this occurs, INTPs may struggle to find meaningful alternatives. Since their purpose and identity often revolve around N pursuits, they may view S activities as essentially pointless or mundane. This can create a situation in which their happiness seems to hinge almost entirely on the success of their N affairs. And since periods of inspiration and N success are bound to ebb and flow, they may find themselves trapped in a sort of bipolar existence—ecstatic one moment, down and depressed the next.