Quotes About Coping

relying on industrial quantities of caffeine to get through the day and self-medicating with Sauvignon Blanc to get myself to sleep. Sunday

Disappointment is in fact a kind of grief—a reaction to the loss of something you desired. If you honor and gently hold the disappointment inside you, and at the same time keep yourself open to the wanting behind the disappointment, you'll be able to weather your disappointments and keep going. Another

The logic of this pressure solution is the opposite. Since high-pressure situations are inevitable, you might as well get used to the feelings of pressure, so that you are able to perform at a high level in spite of pressure.

To counter and prevent primal pressure thinking, you need to underexaggerate or generate thoughts that minimize the significance of the pressure moment.

the art of life, mostly, the art of avoiding pain

what determines how well you survive chronic stress is how you react to it and whether you are able to shut it down.

Much of the problem, though, lies not with how things have changed outside of us but with our lack of a skillful means for dealing with a challenging world.

You hide your fear and call it something else You're addicted to all the things that make you weak

My mind and I had a meeting, and we came to the conclusion that you're going to let us down. We are here every minute of the day getting ready for the let down. So when you push me away, I'll just say ok, because we came to that conclusion a while ago. Like I said, we were ready for the let down.

When you feel depressed - have a cigarette or a drink or, best of all, make love, and it will pass.

I didn't kill myself when things went wrong I didn't turn to drugs or teaching I tried to sleep but when I couldn't sleep I learned to write I learned to write what might be read on nights like this by one like me

And summoned now to deal with your invincible defeat You live your life As if it's real

He had heard Auntie talk about the veterans - drunk all the time, she said. But he knew why. it was something the old people could not understand. Liquor was medicine for the anger that made them hurt, for the pain of the loss, medicine for tight bellies and choked-up throats.

Some truths were too difficult to accept, so the mind manufactured excuses as a way of denying what it already knew.

He'd spent too long being disappointed by the world - he'd spent so many years pining for something like this, some proof that the real world wasn't the only world, and coping with the overwhelming evidence that it in fact was.

They were where he went when he couldn't deal with the real world, which was a lot.

Everything will be all right, She seemed to say, and whatever is not, we will mourn.

She didn't mind if she died trying. Suicide was in everything she did now, and everything she thought. Suicide was her home: if she could find nothing else, then suicide would always have her.

he habitually hunched his shoulders in a vain attempt to brace himself against whatever blow was coming from the heavens, and which would logically hit the tall people first.

When he was younger it seemed like the only time he wasn't afraid was when he was angry.

The five stages - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance - are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Sometimes, life is unfair, and you have to suck it up and move on and not use it as an excuse.

And I definitely gravitate toward people who use laughter to pull themselves out of the abyss.