Quotes About Coping

You can still bake a perfectly good cake while losing your mind.

Sometimes there are no signs. That's what he told the newly grieving parents at the Tuesday night group. He told them there was research to suggest that teenage suicide was often the consequence of an impulsive decision.

This is how you lived with a terrible secret. You just did it. You pretend everything was fine. You ingored the deep, cramplike pain in your stomach. You somehow anesthetized yourself so that nothing felt that bad, but nothing felt good either.

But I was going to see a psychiatrist. I was going to tell him. I just never got around to it, and then I just kept thinking I could fix it myself.

She could shrink her fears down into innocuous little status updates that drifted away on the news feeds of her friends.

Maybe if she hadn't grown up with a big brother, if she hadn't grown up with that tough Aussie tomboy mentality: if a boy hits you, you hit him right back! Perhaps if she'd wept softly and prettily the first time that Perry hit her, then maybe it wouldn't keep happening.

I know I've been laughing and making jokes and whatever, so you probably think I'm a heartless bitch, but it's like a defense mechanism or something.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

It wasn't easy, but she was used to swallowing.

I don't know how everyone else is getting by, paying their bills, and sleeping through the night.

Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs.

crying by this time, but so was I, and I wasn't ashamed. Grief had a way of sneaking up on a person. It lay in wait and pounced when your back was turned. Or it clung with sticky fingers twenty-four/seven, giving no reprieve.

You've been a cop long enough to know that sometimes bad things happen to good people. It's out of your control. You gotta let go or it will drive you nuts.

Faced with the daunting prospect of a party at which both my ex-husband and my ex-lover would be present with their much younger fiancées, I did what any woman would do in such an emergency. I shopped.

Happiness is not the absence of problems. It's the ability to deal with them.

From my travel blog @ http://www.lwmcferrin.com/travel When faced with disaster, the best medicine is laughter.

You play the hand you're dealt. You play it without false hope or despair, without comparing other people's hand, or questioning why you've got this hand, you just play it, as best you can, today, and the next day, and the day after that.

Going insane is the mind's way of coping with insanity.

It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone.

Even those who never frown eventually break down.

Even the people who never frown eventually break down

Clutching my cure I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more Than anytime before I had no options left again

Had I not been thinking always of the ludicrous aspects of my own plight, or of the plight of others, I could not have survived that depressing, degrading experience without spiritual harm.

They drummed into you that pain was good, you were supposed to go with it, push into the pain, and only... now... did I contemplate what retarded advice this was.