Quotes About Coping

I hate myself pretty often .She tilted her face back on the pillow, damning tears and attempting so smile at the same time. Pretty fucking often

When you stop drinking, you have to deal with this marvelous personality that started you drinking in the first place.

It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.

I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.

The power of grief to derange the mind has in fact been exhaustively noted.

I cannot count the days on which I found myself driving abruptly blinded by tears.

The bereaved must be urged to "sit in a sunny room," preferably one with an open fire.

In a time of disaster you could baste newspapers to both sides of a cotton blanket and end up with a warm quilt. She knew a lot of things about disaster. She could manage.

I would like you to believe that I kept working out of some real professionalism, to meet the deadline, but that would not be entirely true; I did have a deadline, but it was also a troubled time, and working did to the trouble what gin did to the pain.)

If you're afraid of everyone leaving you, what do you do? Make them stay. And if you can't do that, or don't know how to? Ellie shrugged. I don't know. Yes, you do. In fact, you've done it. You leave first, Coop said, so you don't have to watch them walk away.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles--they kept reality from paralyzing you

In reality, you don't ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

When the news you don't want to hear is looming before you like Everest, two things can happen. Tragedy can run you through like a sword, or it can become your backbone. Either you fall apart and sob, or you say, 'Right. What's next?

As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.

I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.

You get through it, you just never get over it

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

When you're hurting deeply, you go inward.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Listen," she said. "I may not be what you want right now, but I'm all you've got.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they can't figure out what to hold on to.