Quotes About Coping

She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

I didn't get her cutting at all. She'd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die—she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet—physical pain—was the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

I've seen all I need to. I'm going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.

I could see her toughening up, working hard to put all those emotions away because she thought that's what it meant to be strong. I wanted to tell her that strength wasn't about hiding your feelings, that it was okay for her to feel this way after what she'd been through.

Bad things are always going to happen," my father had told me in his last year. "There's no way to avoid that. Our control comes in how we face them. Do we let them crush us, making us despondent? Do we face them unflinchingly and endure the pain? Do we outsmart them?

Don't worry now about what you can't change. Rest when you can so you'll b ready for tomorrow's battles. -Dimitri

Bad things are always going to happen. There's no way to avoid that. Our control comes in how we face them. Do we let them crush us, making us despondent? Do we face the unflinchingly and endure the pain? Do we outsmart them?

You make a joke out of everything. Life's too painful not to.

physical pain to make the mental pain go away

I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.

She decided that every time her father or her mother was beastly to her, she would get her own back in some way or another. A small victory or two would help her to tolerate their idiocies and would stop her from going crazy.

How we respond to what happens to us—especially the painful, excruciating things that we never wanted and we have no control over—is a creative

I know why we laugh. We laugh because it hurts, and it's the only thing to make it stop hurting.

I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts... because its the only thing that'll make it stop hurting. But find me something that makes you laugh, a joke, anything--but something that gave you a belly laugh, not a smile. Then we'll see if there isn't wrongness somewhere and whether you would laugh if the wrongness wasn't there.

Don't bawl over Ben—not in my presence. The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death . . . and that we are all in for—if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it's the only thing that'll make it stop hurting." Jill

Somehow, despite it's tragedies, life goes on.

Suppressing legitimate anger is unhealthy. Continually venting anger is also unhealthy.

some pain never fully resolved. You just suppressed it beneath a façade of normalcy.

I've accepted it, Mom. I've accepted who I am. Okay? I'm not a kid who's going to get picked to play kickball, or to be the lead in the school play. I'm not going to be invited to parties or be chosen class valedictorian. I'm not. And I'm okay with that." It sounded convincing, though I wasn't okay with it. It hurt like hell, rejection. And the pain lingered like an open wound that, just as it started healing, was ripped open again.

It's the small sins that save you. That's how you survive when all around you are getting their heads sawed off.

One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire – then you've got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.

Why do you need to fly so much?" she asked. "If I don't, it'll catch up with me." The words just came out. "What will?" I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm. "Unhappiness.

Don't you have any scars? Inside. Do you? Of course. You don't act like it. I don't intend to. It doesn't do much good, does it?