When you are a woman with a mental illness, you feel misunderstood in so many ways, and struggle to find things that make you feel settled in your wilderness of emotions and forest of a mind. As a woman living with bipolar disorder the one thing that fulfills this part of me is words written for women like us. Here are some of the most beautiful quotes that speak to women with mental illness.
Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts and chaos in their bones.
She was fierce, she was strong. She wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was okay. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best. She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.
There are parts of me that will always remain untamable, messy and reckless; but I refuse to apologize for it anymore.
Yes, Im not easy to love but one day, someone somewhere out there might just be brave enough to touch my hardness, caress my darkness, and sleep in my scars.
But sweetheart you’re a wolf, no need to howl over the loss of weak men incapable of accepting you.
She feels more than you. You have to understand that about her. She feels the edges and the details of things and when she gets close to someone, she feels their happiness and their pain.
I love the person I’ve become because I fought to become her.
She was never crazy, she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.
I loved her most for all the things she hated about herself, for everything she hated, made her different, and it was the different that I loved.
Every night her thoughts weighed heavily on her soul but every morning she would get up to fight another day, every night she survived.
He says you are too much. You talk, laugh, smile, sing, dance, feel too much. But baby, here is the real problem. He is too little to appreciate that an entire galaxy came together to make you.
The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.
She was born wild and curious. A cage is no place for someone like that. ‘I play with the fire of my own truth,’ she told me, ‘I will burn for the things I love.’
She wore her troubled past like scars-she had been through battle and though no one could see her demons, they could see the face that conquered them.
She brought out the storm in people because she knew that wherever there were dark skies and wild winds, lied a truth. A truth that described how much love once can leave behind the moment they accept all the pain they had lived. And that is all she ever wanted. For everyone around her to embrace her storms and make them fall in love with their own violent winds.
Some days I am goddess. Some days I am wild child. And some days I am a fragile mess. Most days I am a bit of all three. But every day, I am here, trying.
To all the women out there who are struggling to accept the parts of them that are different from others. You are unapologetically beautiful and don’t ever stop fighting for the love and life you deserve. Sending my love to you. XOXO