Haldol and Hyacinths Quotes

“Telling someone who is manic that she's manic is like telling a dictator that he's a dick. Neither is going to admit it, and both are willing to torture you to prove their points.”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“Insomuch as the structure of this book parallels that of my own mind, it boasts about as much order and linearity as a hallucination.”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“Part of the reason it’s so hard for me to shake my delusions of grandeur lies in the fact that on occasion they actually come true. Whatever the case, they’re always there—dancing in the back of my mind like strawberry Pop Rocks, eschewing the possibility of the impossible and making it hard as hell to believe that I’m even slightly damaged. Though”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“According to the World Health Organization, bipolar disorder is the sixth leading cause of disability in the world. I doubt Angela is aware of this statistic, but no matter.*”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“People tend to look unfavorably upon the mentally ill, especially those of us who’ve been hospitalized. Losing your mind is indeed traumatizing, but doing so in front of a supposedly sane audience is mortifying. It’s not like getting cancer. No one rallies around you or shaves her head in solidarity or brings you sweets. “Normals” (or “normies,” as some of us “crazies” affectionately refer to them) feel uneasy around those of us who’ve lost a grip on reality. Perhaps they’re afraid we might attack them or drool on them or, worse yet, suck them into our alternate universe where slitting your wrists and talking to phantoms seem perfectly rational.”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“I was embarrassed by my perceived spiritual weakness, my sickness of the soul, my diseased moral character.”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“I can never tell when a color on one end of the spectrum will begin to bleed into one on the other, when the aims of my classically “goal-directed” manic propensities will direct themselves toward the morbid obsessions of my depressive vulnerabilities. And therein lies my most terrifying neurological deficit: a devil that I know exists, one that I’ve met before and never wish to meet again; one for which my own mind is unavoidably”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life