Quotes About Support

When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who's broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don't know where we come from … we don't know where we are.

Why are you being so mean? Friends tell friends the truth. yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Having a friend made everything else suck less.

Note: 'family' does NOT only mean a biological unit composed of people who share genetic markers or legal bonds, headed by a heterosexual-mated pair. Family is much, much more than that.

The guidance counselor convinces them I need a reward-a chew toy or something.

But I had never seen a first aid kit for the spirit...

Gracie's father was an engineer, her mother an accountant. I couldn't picture either one of them yelling or throwing things or having affairs. I could see my dad doing stuff like that. Trish sure did. But Dad carried a war in his skull, and Trish was a drunk. Gracie's parents didn't have anything like that to deal with, but their daughter was falling apart on the bathroom floor.

Sisters, drop everything. Walk away from the lake, leaning on each other's shoulders when you need the support. Feel the contradictions of another truth ready to be born: shame turned inside out is rage.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.

Mom closes her eyes. Her skin is a flat gray color, like underwear that has been washed so many times it's about to fall apart. I feel bad that I didn't fold more shirts for her.

I was the reason she didn't run away freshman year. I was the reason she didn't eat a bottle of sleeping pills when her boyfriend cheated on her. I listened for hours when her parents yelled and tried to stuff her into a mannequin shell that didn't fit. I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.

I'm sorry you didn't get the help you needed. You deserved a soft afghan wrapped around you, People to hold your hands while you learned to walk again, So stand with us now.

They only want to hear that you're healing, you're in recovery, taking it one day at a time. If you're locked into sick, you should stop wasting their time and just get dead

My job is to nod or shake my head, to say "I know what you mean," when I don't, and "That is so unfair," when it isn't.

And so, with extra Leslie help and a chorus of angels disguised as teachers and librarians for years unstinting with love and hours of practice, those ants finally marched in straight lines for me shaped words, danced sentences, constructed worlds for a girl finally learning how to read I unlocked the treasure chest and swallowed the key.

tried to reach the cake plate. My fingers fell just short. If I stretched all the way across the table, the seam under my arm would split open. Jeannine saw my dilemma, picked up the plate, and passed it in the opposite direction to her mother.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone

She got too tired and went to sleep. Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.

they turned up Regent Street, braced together against the sway of the pavement. [The Language of Bees, chapter 19]

The desperation to support an untenable position to which one is nonetheless committed has caused centuries of extreme mental gymnastics.

And this almost tautological business of having done one's best can't be reserved exclusively for parents.

Don and I took Bill Coons and made a writer out of him.

First the young, like vines, climb up the dull supports of their elders who feel their fingers on them, soft and tender; then the old climb down the lovely supporting bodies of the young into their proper deaths.

If you look at suicides, most of them are connected to depression. And the mental health system just fails them. It's so sad. We know what to do. We just don't do it.