“A sickness, frenzy of resentment at everything, but myself at the bottom. I lie wakeful at night, wake exhausted with that sense of razor-shaved nerves. I must be my own doctor. I must cure this very destructive paralysis and ruinous brooding & daydreaming.
- Sylvia Plath (via fuckyeahmadness)
“No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions. I need both. It is an odd thing, owing life to pills, one’s own quirks and tenacities, and this unique, strange, and ultimately profound relationship called psychotherapy.
- Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness (via fuckyeahmadness)
“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
- Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (via mobaby)
The question continues to haunt me. After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of. Some men or lesbians see it as a turn-on or a missions, as if by sexualizing our relationship they can pull me back from the wreckage of that day. Of course, their best efforts are largely useless. No one can pull anyone back from anywhere. You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
Alice Sebold, Lucky
“Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
- Vladimir Nabokov (via thingsgohazy)
