Quotes About Coping

There are some things I guess we bury so we can get on with living. I don't think it's wrong, necessarily, just what we do to survive. It's the remembering part that's hard. Some people remember and some never have to. The blessed and the cursed.

I'm not sure what the future holds but I do know that I'm going to be positive and not wake up feeling desperate. As my dad said 'Nic, it is what it is, it's not what it should have been, not what it could have been, it is what it is.'

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Sometimes a life is so entirely disrupted, on such a large and ungraspable scale, all one can do is face the ruined day.

Each man carried the War differently. I liked that Chilton announced his weakness rather than attempting to hide it.

Just because Im not in as much pain as you doesnt mean I dont care. I dont sit there and drown myself in tears, I dont let anything get me down. If I sat there and felt sorry for myself what good would that do? I have my whole life infront of me there will be more bad things to come, But I am prepared to not let them fase me cause its a part of life. Bad things happen to everyone, BUT Goood Things also happen too. Dont look back and dont look to far ahead..

She wept and suffered, and finally, when Father had left the house again, she went to one of her secret places where a bottle was, and drank a tunnel away from the pain.

All of us have to make the best of a bad job - which is what life is really all about.

Vera said: "Why do you feel you have to turn everything into a story?" So I told her why. Because if I tell the story, I control the version. Because if I tell the story, I can make you laugh, and I would rather have you laugh at me than feel sorry for me. Because if I tell the story, it doesn't hurt as much. Because if I tell the story, I can get on with it.

dive inside your head, where you are safe. separate yourself from the pain. inside your head you can be in control and you can bear any pain if you know it isn't going to last. the key was figuring out when it was going to end

I was always asking myself why. Why am I feeling this? Thinking that if I knew the cause I could find the cure. But of course there was no reasonable why, at least not in the present. I was awash in an accumulation of past feelings and future dreads, all similar, at least as far as my brain was concerned, and so, lumped together as one. But nobody can handle a lifetime of experience in one moment. That's why depression crushes you.

At the time there were no psychiatrists, psychologists or counsellors on hand as there are today, waiting to treat victims of wartime stress. Or if there were, we didn't hear of them. When a difficult situation arose, or tragedy struck, as it so often did, we just picked ourselves up, dusted ourselves down and got on with life. We had no option. And perhaps it wasn't such a bad philosophy after all.

The Jerusalem Report captures this Holocaust kitsch moment on the March: "'I'm so scared, I can't go on, I want to be in Israel already,' repeats a young Connecticut woman over and over. Her body is shaking. . . . Suddenly her friend pulls out a large Israeli flag. She wraps it around the two of them and they move on." An Israeli flag: don't leave home without it.87

Hayata dayanamayan her insan gibi yap?l?r oyunda:-m?? gibi yap?l?r.

Kimseye söyleyemeden, içimde kald?, kayboldu." dedi?im dü?üncelerin, duygular?n aynas? olsun. Kimse dinlemiyorsa beni -ya da istedi?im gibi dinlemiyorsa- günlük tutmaktan ba?ka çare kalm?yor. Can?m insanlar! Sonunda, bana, bunu da yapt?n?z.

For Lilith, it was a comfortable, mindless activity that gave her something to do when there was nothing she could do about her situation.

Sometimes writing about a thing makes it easier to stand.

She had learned to keep her sanity by accepting things as she found them, adapting herself to new circumstances by putting aside the old ones whose memories might overwhelm her.

We're sliding into undirected negative change, and what's worse, we're getting used to it.

I can take a lot of pain without falling apart. I've had to learn to do that. But it was hard, today, to keep peddling and keep up with the others when just about everyone I saw made me feel worse and worse. My

This is just more denial: A dumb little game of "If we don't talk about bad things, maybe they won't happen.

Consigo tolerar muita dor sem me deixar abater. Tive que aprender a fazer isso. Mas foi difícil, hoje, continuar pedalando e acompanhar os outros quando todo mundo que eu via fazia com que me sentisse cada vez pior.

Sometimes I write to keep from going crazy. There's a world of things I don't feel free to talk to anyone about.

This is just more denial: A dumb little game of "If we don't talk about bad things, maybe they won't happen.