Quotes About Coping

There is nothing dishonerable about abondoning pain. Sometimes peace is most quickly found when a man simply stops avoiding it.

You can lament and carry on all you want to, but bad stuff happens to good people and there's not much any of us can do about it except choose how to respond.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

We all have that moment in life when something terrible happens for the first time. Something so unexpected, so awful, that it takes the magic out of the world. Life becomes harder, colder. And everything we do in our lives, from that day on, is our way of coping with that one moment. We stop living and we merely exist. We either choose to move on from that, or we let it consume us.

we all have that moment in life when something terrible happens for the first time. Something so unexpected, so awful, that it . . . it takes the magic out of the world. Life becomes harder, colder. And everything we do in our lives, from that day on, is our way of coping with that one moment. We stop living and we merely exist. We either choose to move on from that, or we let it consume us.

Reality is just a crutch for people who can't handle drugs.

Society is not filled with evil souls. But it is filled with people who are mobile, fractured, overworked, overweight, overcrowded, and overtired. That's a potent combination, particularly for people with poor coping skills and volatile tempers. And we're seeing the proof of that in the increasing number of impulsive, angry acts, such as mass murders and road rage." Rainie sighed. She rubbed her temples.

If you hoard other people's tragedies, does that make your own easier to bear?

Every one of us could complain, but would that make our situation emotionally easier or physically more comfortable?

Shock is the stepsister of denial. It cushions the blow to your psyche when really fucked up things happen.

grief is not linear. It's not a slow progression forward toward healing, it's a zigzag, a terrible back-and-forth from devastated to okay until finally there are more okay patches and fewer devastated ones.

Dysfunction isn't a choice, it's a disease.

Honestly, I tried not to think about my sister much. Or my mother. I have been guilty of doing what it takes to bury most of my memories when it comes to that- from junk food to booze to drugs, there are few poisons with which I haven't experimented. I've found a million ways to keep the demons in a comfortable, quiet stupor, lazing around on my inner couches.

It's so hard for the strongest among us to stay sane, isn't it, under the conditions we have come to think of as normal?

Think of it as a little vacation your psyche takes when it has too much to handle. It's like a brownout, an overloading of circuits. Grief is a neurological event.

No one ever talks about issues like dissociative identity disorder, fugue, or psychotic breaks in anything but the most negative light. No one ever talks about how the personality does this type of thing to protect itself, to save itself, or how powerful and effective it is." I

I agree. I have a therapist now, one with whom I'm actually honest, and we've been over the events of my life again and again—rehashing without judgment the things I've done, the things that have been done to me, and how I ultimately saved myself.

Some things don't leave us. We just learn to live with them better.

counseling. She said that grief is not linear. It's not a slow progression forward toward healing, it's a zigzag, a terrible back-and-forth from devastated to okay until finally there are more okay patches and fewer devastated ones.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

We're so accustomed to laughing. It's harder for us when the time comes that we can't laugh.

A teenage girl wrote that she had been considering suicide until she read The Giver.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.

It's not that I'm not upset; it's just that I'm too tired to run up and down the corridor screaming.