Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.— Sigmund Freud
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Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, surrounded by assholes.
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.
Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.
One of the most wicked destructive forces, psychologically speaking, is unused creative power ... If someone has a creative gift and out of laziness, or for some other reason, doesn't use it, the psychic energy turns to sheer poison. That's why we often diagnose neuroses and psychotic diseases as not-lived higher possibilities.
An estimated 2 million American women will be diagnosed with breast or cervical cancer this decade and screening could prevent up to 30% of these deaths for women over 40.
I didn't create thug life, I diagnosed it
The Bible diagnoses the cancer of all cancers and prescribes the cure of all cures.
At the age of 15 months my daughter was diagnosed with very bad asthma, and essentially I put my career on hold for a good eight years.
For years I felt that I didn't have enough stamina and then, four years ago, I felt like I was not getting enough air but I was diagnosed with exercise-induced asthma. The medicine for asthma never worked.
Any actor who tells you that they have become the people they play, unless they’re clearly diagnosed as a schizophrenic, is bullshitting you.
I was a healthy young man, and I thought I was invincible before I was diagnosed with kidney disease.
Portray [people with mental illness] sympathetically, and portray them in all the richness and depth of their experience as people, and not as diagnoses.
The concept of recovery is rooted in the simple yet profound realization that people who have been diagnosed with mental illness are human beings.
Since being diagnosed, I have done a greater good for society in eight years, than in my 37 years on earth.
The only thing that anyone can diagnose, with any certainty, by looking at a fat person, is their own level of stereotype and prejudice toward fat people.
When I was diagnosed with swine flu, it was a big relief that Young Saeng was with me. When everyone wouldn't eat with me, Young Saeng was the only one who ate stuff like curry with me.
Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear.
I can't understand what they are saying. It's a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.
Last year I was diagnosed with osteoporosis.
When I had dyslexia, they didn't diagnose it as that.
It was frustrating and embarrassing. I could tell you a lot of horror stories about what you feel like on the inside.
Research demonstrates that autistic traits are distributed into the non-autistic population; some people have more of them, some have fewer. History suggests that many individuals whom we would today diagnose as autistic - some severely so - contributed profoundly to our art, our math, our science, and our literature.
In reality, psychiatric diagnosing is a kind of spiritual profiling that can destroy lives and frequently does.
My autism is a very mild form. It was diagnosed at the age of 25, partly because it wasn't diagnosable as a teenager (this is Asperger's syndrome, specifically). But there were certainly traits within that condition, within the autism spectrum in general, especially at the high functioning end, that I think are best looked at as pluses.
I was diagnosed a number of years ago with obsessive-compulsive disorder - which everyone has, to some degree - and I have this really annoying trait where in conversation, I always steer it back to something that happened to me.
In all modesty, we must admit that governments are not always the best doctors when it comes to diagnosing economic ailments and prescribing the right treatment.
... I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Suddenly I had to spend all my time getting well.
In 2005, a man diagnosed with multiple myeloma asked me if he would be alive to watch his daughter graduate from high school in a few months. In 2009, bound to a wheelchair, he watched his daughter graduate from college. The wheelchair had nothing to do with his cancer. The man had fallen down while coaching his youngest son's baseball team.
Around 1998, I went through lots of pressures and struggles.
My children got married within eight months of each other, my son was diagnosed with cancer and went through major surgery and radiation, my mother had five life-threatening hospitalizations where I stayed with her, my husband's dental office burned to the ground.
My sister and I are both diagnosed with second-hand smoke syndromes.
We have never smoked, but we grew up with second-hand smoke our entire lives.
I have been diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS).
It's a terminal disease with an average lifespan of two to five years post-diagnosis, and scientists don't know what causes it. ALS prevents your brain from talking to your muscles. As a result, muscles die. As a result, every 90 minutes people die. I am a person.
Any physician who advertises a positive cure for any disease, who issues nostrum testimonials, who sells his services to a secret remedy, or who diagnoses and treats by mail patients he has never seen, is a quack.
Sometimes, when I talk to someone who has just been diagnosed with cancer or some other illness, I'll remind them: "If you were honest with yourself, you were depressed before this happened. And if this were over you would be happy for a couple of weeks, a couple of months, and then something else would come along."
I probably suffered from ADHD, but they weren't so quick to diagnose it back then. For PE, they'd drop you in the woods with a compass and a pack of matches. It gave you confidence that you could rely on yourself.
To be diagnosed was the hardest thing because I didn't know what they were talking about... And the doctor said, Don't worry, in three months you'll know. So I went about my business and then, one day, it jumped me. I couldn't get up... Your muscles trick you; they did me.
I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.
The ability to diagnose an imminent heart attack has long been considered the holy grail of cardiovascular medicine.