Quotes About Coping

If I have a problem, stuff's going through my head, I feel like using, I usually go and talk to my dad... I decided to get sober a lot younger than he did. He first tried to get sober when he was like 32, I believe.

Shit happens. You need to move on.

You get through bad things - I know, enough bad things have happened to me already. But I don't think getting through one bad time makes it any easier to deal with the next one. If anything, it's worse, because there is happiness to remember.

She walked on and on as though if she walked far enough she might walk this thing out of her. As if by walking long enough, hard enough, she might forget.

When I cut, I'm the one controlling the pain. I know where it's coming from. I know that it's me who's doing it, me and no one else.

Whatever they were, she sat on the kerb, folded them tight in her fist, and the sobs gashed their way through her chest, surging against the flesh of her face, bursting out through her mouth and into the rain.

It's a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.

One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness.

She pulled into a fetal position, covered her head with the road atlas, and cried with a violence that shook the car. Their

Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it's becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.

So after the tears were all cried out, it was time to move on and figure out what to do with all that was coming at me.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that knowing how you should be reacting to a loss has anything to do with how you react when it's your loss.

If I can't joke about imminent death, then I might as well just resign.

Don't be such a party-pooper, missy --when you're well and truly screwed, either you just sit pissing yourself or you invent some reason to hope.

It was easier to talk about nothing than something. Because something was too terrible to discuss. Too dark and terrible to even think about.

I guess you get to a point where you look at that pain as if it were in front of you three feet away lying in a box, an open box, in a window somewhere. It's hard and cold, like a bar of metal. You just look at it there and say, Alright, I'll take it, I'll buy it. That's what it is.

Sometimes the grief was nearby, waiting, just barely held back, and I could ignore it for a while. But at other times it was like a cup that was always full and kept spilling over.

alcoholic if necessary

Descobri que ajuda muito na convivência com os outros. Às vezes a gente não sabe o que dizer e então acende um cigarro. Não sabe como começar um assunto e lá vem um cigarro, todos esses pequeninos gestos são importantes para os tímidos. E eu sou tímida.

In the words of George Valliant, the study's pioneer, there are two pillars to happiness: one is love; the other is finding a way of coping with life that doesn't push love away. Earning more does make you happier, but love makes you happy.

Depression, I've learned, is sometimes caused by anger that we keep locked up inside.

SECRET #27 When the world gnaws on you day after day, there comes a day when they reach the bone and you just can't take it anymore.

Why can't I seem to control my reactions? I stuff. I explode.

I tried to prop up what was left of me so I wouldn't collapse into the broken place inside. Good grades. Achievements and accolades. Fun friends and good times. Boys who made me feel special. I tried to steady myself with anything that helped me feel better.