Anxiety should have a loyalty rewards program.

Traumatized people will navigate emergency situations with calm surety but then have an anxiety attack in a grocery store.

First they give you butterflies, then mental health problems.

The T in depression stands for the therapy places that are immediately available.

Maybe one day a street will be named after me. Or a school. Or a mental hospital.

I need someone to wring out my brain like a dishrag.

I hate having a ton of anxiety and no energy. It’s like having a tank full of gas and no engine.

Meds have done more for me than any man ever could.

Psych meds aren’t enough anymore. Hit me with a shovel.

I need a chiropractor for my brain.

Is it a good sign when your therapist keeps saying Ka-Ching?

Has anybody else completely lost it or is it just me and Kanye?

Asked my therapist who their therapist was and went to see them. Asked them the same thing until I got to the final boss therapist and defeated them with my train wreck of a life.

Going to therapy is like having someone walk around your brain and going “ohhhh, this is how you’re living?!”

80 years ago we would have all been institutionalized and I think that’s beautiful.

Can anyone recommend some basic intrusive thoughts for someone looking to get into anxiety?

I wish I could put an AirTag on my sanity.

My reality check bounced, guess I’ll have to stay insane for the time being.

I told my psychiatrist I’ve been hearing voices lately. He told me I don’t have a psychiatrist.

My therapist says he can’t take any more of my talk and that I should join a group. So, here I am.

Deleting my mental health to focus on social media.

My mental health is as reliable as a flashlight in a horror film.

Always stay crazy. Otherwise you’ll go crazy.

Me as the therapist: “Listen, just take a nap!”

The only reason I haven’t gone crazy yet is because I’m just too lazy.