“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”
— Emilie Autumn, The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls. (via the-fair-ophelia
Dr. Stockill: Tell me, Emily, with no last name… Do you consider yourself mad?
Emily: I consider myself considered mad, and that is all that matters.
“Crazy” implies that a false reality is being accepted by the brain as being “real”. The trouble with me is that, even in the sober light of day, I cannot say that these realities are false. To do so would only be to conform to the generally accepted version of reality that we all only agree to avoid looking strange. Because, even if you’re brave, looking strange is exhausting, and, despite what we want to tell ourselves, it hurts… It really hurts… Until one day when it doesn’t.
— The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls.
“The worst thing about being bipolar or mentally ill in any way is that any time you’re legitimately sad - any time you’re truly angry and with good and clear reason, you will be told that you are only feeling as you are because of your illness. Every time your boyfriend is being an ass, and you call him on it, this is what you will hear, so get used to it: “have you been taking your medication?” A life of non-credibility, even amongst those you love. This is what you face. Especially amongst those you love, for they think they know you. It is the eternal equivalent of being asked if it’s your “time of the month” every time you get upset. If this doesn’t make you want to kill yourself, I don’t know what will.”
— Emilie Autumn — The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls. (via thefairophelia