Ems Mental Health Quotes

I wish bad brain stuff was an actual guy I could punch in the face. PTSD, panic attacks, anxiety, flashbacks, hallucinations, anything that gives you hell, could just send'em to me, I'd fight them all. [...] Stuff's a lot harder to fight when they're stuck in your own head." "Yeah... didn't stop me from trying, though.

Se não mentir a si próprio, descobrirá que é uma pessoa com limites e deixará de querer ir a todas, como fazem os fóbicos. Também não será dono da verdade nem tão importante como são os paranóicos. Não será o mais perfeito, o que fica para os obsessivos, nem tão brilhante ou poderoso como os histriónicos e psicopatas. Não será uma pessoa muito original, como os esquizofrénicos, nem um génio, como os maníaco-depressivos. Será apenas uma pessoa comum que aceita os desafios e os paradoxos da vida, faz o possível para, em cada momento, dar o que pode e actuar em conjunto com os outros. No entanto, tem de assumir a responsabilidade completa pelas suas acções. Afinal, todos fomos expulsos do Paraíso e condenados à solidariedade. Fizemos das fraquezas forças e, uns com os outros, construímos coisas admiráveis. Convenhamos, entretanto, que tudo isto é muito complicado, pouco gratificante e difícil de fazer. Fácil, fácil, é mesmo tornar-se doente mental.

Imagine you are walking in a pleasant meadow with someone you love, your mother. It's warm, and there's just enough of a breeze to cool you. You can smell earth and cut grass, and something of a herb garden. Lunch is a happy memory in your stomach and dinner awaits you - a three-course meal you have devised - all your comfort foods. The light is golden with a touch of blue, as if the sky were leaking. Suddenly, your mother steps into a patch of quicksand. The world continues to be idyllic and inviting for you but your mother is being sucked into the centre of the earth. She makes it worse by smiling bravely, by telling you to go on, to leave here there, the man with the broken leg on the Arctic expedition who says, 'Come back for me; it's my best chance,' because the lie allows everyone to believe that they are not abandoning him to die.

She loved Em and she thought that should be enough. It wasn't. Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it, as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From time to time, a well-loved face will peer out and love floods back. A scrap of cloth flutters and it becomes a sign and a code and a message and all that you want it to be. Then it vanishes and you are outside the dark tower again. At times, when I was young, I wanted to be inside the tower so I could understand what it was like. But I knew, even then, that I did not want to be a permanent resident of the tower. I wanted to visit and even visiting meant nothing because you could always leave. You're a tourist; she's a resident.

Mad is an everyday, ordinary word. It is compact. It fits into songs. As the old Hindi film song has it, M-A-D, mad mane paagal. It can become a phrase-'Maddaw-what?' which began life as 'Are you mad or what?'. It can be everything you choose it to be: a mad whirl, a mad idea, a mad March day, a mad heiress, a mad mad mad mad world, a mad passion, a mad hatter, a mad dog. But it is different when you have a mad mother. Then the word wakes up from time to time and blinks at you, eyes of fire. But only sometimes, for we used the word casually ourselves, children of a mad mother. There is no automatic gift that arises out of such a circumstance. If sensitivity or gentleness came with such a genetic load, there would be no old people in mental homes.

Own your sorrow, own your tears - Own your angst, own your fears. These are not your enemy, Use 'em to empower integrity. We decide, they break or make us.

Self-Care is not Selfish Another characteristic common among EMS providers is the desire (sometimes need) to be there for others; to be known as the clutch player, the go-to. More often than not, it means doing for others to the exclusion of doing for yourself. That shit ends right here. The idea of self-care is not just some new age sales technique designed to get people to buy crap they don’t need for problems that don’t exist. Self-care, self-love (not the dirty kind), and self-improvement have become vital to the health and wellbeing, mental, physical, emotional, and even spiritual of everyone living in an ever-crazier world, filed with stressors we could not have imagined just a decade ago. Self-care is not a singular idea and there is no one-size-fits-all approach. Each of us must find and employ the kinds of self-care activities and processes that fit our lifestyles, abilities, and issues.

A depressão é uma espécie de areia movediça num deserto de emoções. Quanto mais tentamos fugir, mais somos empurrados para as profundezas, até ao dia em que somos completamente engolidos.