Quotes About Coping

If things get on top of you', my mum always used to say, 'have a good cry.'.

We manage the fear, I manage the fear, but it certainly takes its toll, the strain does.

For me, my voice and music was always an outlet. Growing up in an unstable environment and whatnot, music was my only real escape.

I laugh a lot lately. People expect me to cry, but I always laugh when things go wrong.

She knows too well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb. [...] The expression of emotion does not come naturally, so you learn to fake it. To pretend. To display an empathy you don't really feel. And so it is that you learn to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

I learned long ago that loss is not only probably but inevitable.

notice." The false cheer in her voice is evidence of how

I remember her words to me when I left school: Your mind will be your comfort. It is, sometimes. And sometimes it isn't.

When Vivian describes how it felt to be at the mercy of strangers, Molly nods. She knows full well what it's like to tamp down your natural inclinations, to force a smile when you feel numb.

be totaled; we can't afford a new one.

I could either wait it out or pack my bags, but I could't force a confrontation with a man who refused to be confronted. So I did what a lot of women do: I kept my head in the sand. And I waited for winter to be over.

Better by far you should forget and smile than you should remember and be sad.

Know, if not admit to it, that at the end of some days a single mother's most important tool is her corkscrew. THE WORDS When my marriage fell apart, the situation entailed a whole new lexicon, in some cases a new spin on old words.

Advances in biological knowledge have highlighted the potential chronicity of effects of childhood maltreatment, demonstrating particular life challenges in managing emotions, forming and maintaining healthy relationships, healthy coping, and holding a positive outlook of oneself.

I can't ask you to banish your fears, your anxiety or your anger...But don't let them use you up.

If you can laugh, you're less likely to cry.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

she would have to tell the story of this afternoon to herself over and over until she could make a different shape from it to comfort herself.

The history of women has been the history of a destructive kind of suffering, and I do not suggest moving further into that experience. My point is that walking away from pain altogether is equally as destructive. The debilitating suffering come when we do not allow ourselves to feel and work through our pain. Facing pain honestly and surviving gives us strength.

It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane. My mind struggled to build across the gap, make a new and inhabitable world. The problem was that it had nothing to work with. There was no partner, no children, no home. No nine-to-five job either. So it grabbed anything it could. It was desperate, and it read off the world wrong.

I read that after denial comes grief. Or anger. Or guilt.

The trick in life is learning how to deal with it.

Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.

Her heart's breaking. It breaks three times a week on account of people treating her so badly, and she knows that all you can do is laugh it off.