Quotes About Coping

The incest victim's need for self-punishment often leads her into self-abusive behaviors like alcoholism, drug abuse, or prostitution.

When we are thwarted, frustrated, and punished way out of proportion to what we've done, it's inevitable that enormous anger builds inside us.

This is emotional surgery, and as with any surgery, the wounds must be cleaned out before they heal, and it takes time for the pain to go away. But the pain is a sign that the healing process has started.

You and I are very strong, and so is your Poppa, but you're not so strong as a brick. When things happen, you will have to feel them. You can't try to avoid that; if it's your nature, go along with it

Hypocrisy saves one's sanity. It's the shield you hide behind when the truth is too terrible to face

Everything's absolutely fine really—except that sometimes I think I can't go on any more

Grief manifests differently in different people. We all get through things in our own time.

Being left at the altar was not for sissies. Aside from the humiliation and hurt, there were actual logistics to worry about. Odds were if a guy was willing to leave you standing alone in front of three hundred of your closest friends and relatives, not to mention both your mothers, he wasn't going to sweat the little stuff like returning the gifts and paying the caterer.

She felt too much and didn't know where to put it.

There would still be challenges and moments when she wanted to curl up and keen. But knowing she could count on herself in a crisis was something she planned to hang on to for a very long time.

Grief is natural, but when left alone it grows into something bigger. Something that steals hope. You shut down and no one gets in. The walls get bigger.

When she'd heard the news on the phone it had torn a hole in her and she went immediately hard and did not cry. If she let herself feel, the part of her that was left would be riddled wigth holes and there'd be nothing left. She had not, since then, shed a tear. Her body shut down; to allow feeling would sink her

So she attended classes which were throughly altered now, as. if a water wash had brushed over everything, streaking lines, and pulling the color out. Grief turned out to be slow moving. Situations which at another time would be anxious-making were far less so now. What did anything matter? What could possibly be worrisome. She would therefore, have been less nervous than usual to walk with Mr. Tower to his car.

You can not live at all if you do not learn to adapt yourself to your life as it happens to be.

As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.

I've become passive. I don't invent, I don't yearn. I manage, I cope.

If not, there was always whiskey.

When tragedy strikes, I must remember to breathe until I get to the fun part again.

During the post-breakdown period, she read books the way an addict swallowed pills. She devoured stories one after the other, trying not to let reality intrude too deeply.

The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails.

She took down The Once and Future King and found a marked passage: "The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails." "There you have it," Natalie said to the cat. "My plan for the day.

When your pain is bad, and your strength is gone, you might start thinking of leaving." "Leaving. I like that.

Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

Paste on your brightest smile and pretend that everything was just fine, and sooner or later, it would be. Or near enough.