Quotes About Coping

I'm not a public speaker. I don't even like making toasts. It hits me in a way I can't really explain. I've literally sat with a therapist to try to figure out what that is, because I'm such a public persona.

I stopped and asked him if he was all right, and he said he was tired of remembering everything he wanted to forget and forgetting everything he wanted to remember.

We tell each other stories to muffle the surprise of disappointment.

Failure to communalize grief can imprison a person in endless swinging between rage and emotional deadness as a permanent way of being in the world.

How did people protect themselves? How did anyone keep this world from ruining them?

There were no measures that truly protected against disaster; you simply held on to what mattered and hoped that you found your way to the other side.

Alcohol, she suddenly understood, would solve this problem. It would create other, more pressing problems, but for now, steadily rising into inebriation, she felt like she could handle the situation at hand. She could deal with shit.

My imagination, which made life tolerable, needed to be kept a secret from the rest of the world. But if you keep something hidden away, all tied up, it's hard to summon it when you really need it.

The back and forth of life often leaves us struggling to put our fingers on the root of our unhappiness and lack of peace. We rely heavily on coping mechanisms to help us shake the unrest we feel inside.

Miss Grant, I don't know where you got the idea that men don't have deep feelings, but that's wrong. Oh, we might be better at hiding them. But we get sad and scared and doubtful, the same as anybody else. I can tell you I cried lots of sowing tears when my uncle died after I came to Spiveyville.~Mack Cleveland

You couldn't control or changed anything that's happened. We just do the best we can at any given time, make the bedt choices possible, and learn to live with the rest

It's okay. I have to ride this until it's just a whimper. I didn't think about what was happening. I wasn't ready for all this change. ... It never felt quite real.

Well, you don't really forget the crap, do you? ... You might put a blanket over it & push it to the back of your mind, but that doesn't really make it go away.

I was a person who had suffered a trauma by giving up my baby, and this recovery process was necessary.

Fear and shame she understood. Fear made you run and hide and shame made you stay quiet, but this anger wanted something else. Release.

La neurosis es siempre un sustituto de los sufrimientos verdaderos...

once an experience is fully in awareness, fully accepted, then it can be coped with effectively, like any other clear reality.

Coping with any death is traumatic; suicide compounds the anguish because we are forced to deal with two traumatic events at the same time. According to the American Psychiatric Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the level of stress resulting from the suicide of a loved one is ranked as catastrophic–equivalent to that of a concentration camp experience.

it is in how you meet the conditions of life that the quality of life inheres, not in the events or circumstances themselves.

and hone it to a fine edge—into a crafty, sweet revenge? Do we let it slide off of our backs without taking it in or caring about it? Or do we point the anger inside, targeting ourselves, and call ourselves unworthy? What do we do with this energy that our catalyst has generated?

Her emotions were raw, and she was on edge. Don't let things fester, Gus used to tell him and his sisters as kids. You need to cry, cry. You need to throw something, throw something. Just don't hurt anyone.

I used food as a coping mechanism for many, many years, and it was my best friend for a long time.

Emma says her illness was a kind of self-hypnosis which obliterated the outside world, a way of escaping life and reducing its proportions to what she could manage.

I started crying when the group [therapy] was over because the last thing we did upset me - we all held a piece of the same cloth, leaned back and supported each other's weight. I couldn't do it. I bent my legs and elbows and stood very firm, yet . . . I needed to feel supported, as i do in life, but i can't let myself be, and i pretend not to need that support.