Quotes About Coping

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it's not an easy task.

I don't want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I'm learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.

Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead.

Oh, honey, she says when I'm done with my wallowing, it's like my grandma used to say: Just when you think life's got you in a gutter, a tornado will come along and destroy your house. And then you rebuild? I ask. Well, she never mentioned that part, but I suppose it could happen. I am not cheered up.

It's okay, I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like It's okay not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do.

It's not easy," she says, in that voice that mothers have, that mix of unwanted knowledge and small consolation. "Whatever you had—I don't know exactly what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

That's what it felt like---that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

Please tell me this pity party ends early. Or at least serves cake.

The proper verb for depression is sink.

Migraines Are Only in Your Mind.

notice how fickle things can be now I'm better, now I'm worse nowhere is it written how to deal with this

mom: my point is that there are times when you just have to let it all out. all of the anger, all of the pain. me: have you thought of talking to someone about this? i mean, i have some pills that might interest you, but i think you're supposed to have a prescription. it's okay - it only takes up an hour of your time for them to diagnose it.

If we could feel the things we fear ahead of time, we would be traumatized. So instead we venture out thinking we know how things will feel, but knowing nothing of how things will really feel.

I've tried breaking things to feel better and found that it only feels better while things are breaking.

I think the reason why people behave in an ugly manner is that it's really scary to be alive and to be human, and people are really really afraid.

You have some great sadness about you. I don't know where it comes from or what form it takes but you must pass through it and leave it behind. --- Some things are simpler to say that to do.

Of these mechanisms used by the mind to keep the feeling repressed, denial and projection are perhaps the best-known methods, as they tend to go together and reinforce each other.

It was as if I'd learned to grieve by watching television:

When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it,' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.

Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.

We're out of cocktail olives, it's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we're coping because we're Americans.

In a clutch or a corner, I tend to make a weapon out of what is near at hand. That can be anything from a crowbar to a cat, though if I had a choice, I would prefer an angry cat, which I have found to be more effective than a crowbar. Although weaponless, I left the house by the back door, with two chocolate-pumpkin cookies. It's a tough world out there, and a man has to armor himself against it however he can. ~Odd Thomas