Quotes About Coping

That's kind of sad, but at the same time, without all of that drama in my life, I don't have the stress.

Therefore, dissociation and distraction function as survival skills that offer a sense of distance when we're overwhelmed by stimuli.

So they just give up because they feel there is no way out of their situation. Their mind often drives them and gives them inappropriate messages until they are successful at ending their life.

Stress is not about the situation, my dear, it's about the person. There's some who can handle it and there's some who can't.

I'm pretty good at walking away from things—probably too good, in fact.

how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

Pizza is good medicine for disappointment.

When people felt pain time and time again, they came to fear that pain above all other things. So they tried to ignore it, to forget it was happening, as a way of bearing it. And pretty soon, they would come to feel like they'd accomplished something just by doing that -- even though nothing had changed.

I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow.

If there is a bibliographic equivalent of alcoholism, many librarians have it.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

There is no purity to bearing pain alone.

Incidentally, you're not a baby because you have nightmares, Natty. Something terrible happened to you when you were little, and that's why you have them. It isn't your fault." "You never have them," she pointed out. "No, I go around pouring spaghetti sauce over boys' heads," I said. Natty laughed. "Good night, brave Anya.

Will she be okay?" Sam said. "I think so," Anna said. It wasn't exactly a lie. She would be okay. Dead was okay. Sam nodded, but he had seen Anna in enough plays to know when she was lying, and he knew her well enough to know why she lied. When he lied, it was for the same reason: to protect her from that which she could not handle.

Oh, you don't want to hear all my sad stories. I can't even bear to tell them anymore. Screw the past, right?

Sorry, Maya, but it wasn't exactly a pleasure cruise for me either. The quicker you stop shitting yourself, the quicker we don't have to do this.

I don't want to die," A.J. says after a bit. "I just find it difficult to be here all the time. Do you think I'm crazy?" "No.

You know how cats are. They'll heal themselves if you keep them locked up. In a couple of months his bones mended. But the fear didn't; it stayed in that cat's bones. He wasn't cocky no more. Now he jumps when I go by him with the wheelbarrow. Fear like that stays inside you forever if you don't find a way to get rid of it.

Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.

In crisis, I circled my wagons, more afraid of being disappointed by someone than going it alone.

For years the psychic balm of alcohol—its holy grail certainty that it could take me through anything—eclipsed the hangovers and emerging fear that I was in trouble. I had a silver pocket flask that I filled with whiskey for backup drinks; I figured if I looked the part, then I could get away with the reality.

But she broke down when she started losing her hair. "I know this seems ridiculous," she said. "But it's the only thing I can focus on. The rest is too huge.

You know what I figured out?" I hate this part." Dr. Martin leaned back in his chair. "It means I'm about to lose income or I'm about to learn what a crappy shrink I am." (276)