Bill Medley Quotes

Men do not die from overwork. They die from dissipation and worry.

We often hear of people breaking down from overwork, but in nine out of ten they are really suffering from worry or anxiety.

I was just absolutely exhausted. The media said I've been treated for a nervous breakdown. All that stuff I just took as people taking the opportunity when you're down to give you a kick.

I work so much. If I don't get all the comforts, I will turn mad.

Each person's drive to overwork is unique, and doing too much numbs every workaholic's emotions differently. Sometimes overwork numbs depression, sometimes anger, sometimes envy, sometimes sexuality. Or the overworker runs herself ragged in a race for attention.

I've read a couple of things that I was sort of close to having a nervous breakdown. But I don't think I was. I was very, very tired. It was a really difficult time.

If I relaxed, if I took my foot off the gas, I would probably die.

Honestly, I really just think I work too hard to feel any pressure.

I worked myself into a frenzy. By 1996, I had a nervous breakdown just from working. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, just getting anxiety attacks and all of that stuff because I was doing too much, too young, all the time.

We all know what this business can do to you... you end up walking on your heels.

I wasn't taking drugs or drinking. I was working and working and working. But I wasn't writing anything.

I don't really compartmentalize well. I'm in a state of anxiety and panic a lot, but it's for different reasons. It used to be because I had nothing going on, but I work very hard and there doesn't seem to be an end to it.

This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.

Sometimes travelling really intensely for a long time is like having a continuous nervous breakdown.

I was so busy fighting and so busy trying to keep everything above water that I didn't realize I was spiraling downward with nowhere to go.

You can't go over every beat, every second, and worry about how you can do it better - it'll eat you alive.

I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk. I couldn't even go outside. Maybe I was just burnt crisp from the gruelling schedule I had been keeping for years.

A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.

I was doing about five movies a year for many years. I was just so tired. I walked around feeling like a Mack truck hit me.

I was burned out. I think I was just exhausted. It was a very intense five years. We didn't stop. It was constant touring, constant writing, recording.

I turned into a workaholic to the point of where my health was in jeopardy.

I'm working myself to death.

For a good 10 to 12 years, I was working non-stop and I wasn't really enjoying my success.

There was an enormous amount of pressure when my first album took off, and I struggled with the speed of everything and the exhaustion from the constant touring.

I'm in three bands, and I love to produce records of other bands, and I have a family that I love. I wanted to be everything for everybody and do all of that... I think I just really beat myself up until I got really sick and needed surgery, because it was physically manifesting itself.