Quotes About Coping

The flip side of anger is helplessness. This feeling of helplessness can quickly turn into anger or rage.

The flip side of helplessness is anger.

The barbed wire that encircled us like a wall did not fill us with real fear. In fact, we felt this was not a bad thing; we were entirely among ourselves. A

We will never like this reality or make it okay, but eventually we accept it.

are not accustomed to the emotional upheaval that accompanies a loss. People experience a wide array of emotions after a loss, from not caring to being on edge to feeling angry or sad about everything. We can go from feeling okay to feeling devastated in a minute without warning. We can have mood swings that are hard for anyone around us to comprehend, because even we don't understand them.

Grief will happen either as an open healing wound or as a closed festering wound, either honestly or dishonestly, either appropriately or innappropriately.

acknowledging all that has been lost and learning to live with that loss. It would be too soon for Keith to be able to accept this situation. He can acknowledge the reality of the loss

As you grow stronger, it may return from time to time, but that is how grief works. A

The five stages - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance - are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief.

Now he understood. After a while, pain simply stopped. It was as though your mind was able to create a firewall beyond which it would not let you venture. You had to have a break from your anguish, or you'd go crazy. It was the psychological equivalent to fainting when physical pain became overbearing.

Nothing helped until the day she took a tablet and pencil into the basement and moved the event out of her and onto paper, where it was reshaped into a kind of simple equation: loss equaled the need to love again, more.

I sit on the bed and think how life is never safe and they should tell you that right off the bat. Things happen out of order and just plain wrong, and there is not one thing you can do about it. The message of every morning is? ??????????

Sometimes, just when you think you're going to die from pain, rage steps in to save you. There's only so much room in a human heart. Thank God. The

Sometimes, just when you think you're going to die from pain, rage steps in to save you. There's only so much room in a human heart.

The mind has a way of protecting the heart, of turning one's gaze in a certain direction, away from what it should focus on. One

sometimes grief made people eat a lot, grief and the realization that life really did come to an end.

don't know why I can't stop crying. Too much good news lately, I guess. Bad news I can handle. I expect bad news. I've dealt with bad news all my life. Good news makes me cry.

It was simply the unalterable truth: unfortunate but upon us; and so it had to be borne.

I also think you should take care of yourself. You can crack up a little when these things go on for so long. You've got to bring a healthy self in here. That will help him most. He needs to feel your strength. And you need to do what you have to keep it.

I push pain away all day, and the moment I put my arms down it walks into me and has a seat. I

I was full of a hot, powerful sadness and would have loved to burst into the comfort of tears, but tried hard not to, remembering something my Guru once said -- that you should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead.

I thought about the relentless thought-processing, soul-devouring machine that is my brain, and wondered how on earth I was ever going to master it. Then I remembered that line from Jaws and couldn't help smiling: 'We're gonna need a bigger boat.

Well, child, you may do whatever you like with your suffering," Hanneke said mildly. "It belongs to you. But I shall tell you what I do with mine. I grasp it by the small hairs, I cast it to the ground, and I grind it under the heel of my boot. I suggest you learn to do the same.

One must bear what cannot be escaped, she told Alma, as she rubbed clean her face. You will not die of your grief - no more than the rest of us ever have.