Quotes About Struggle

We try to get out of these cocoons and make our way down to where our bodies are. We try shoplifting and racist/sexist/ageist humor (trying to offend our way out); we get naked on stage. We try sleep deprivation and razors on our skin. We date creepy, scary sleazes who we half-hope, half-fear might do the cutting for us. But we're so used to living inside a dream, even cutting feels dreamy. We can't get out. We can't wake up.

Later came the hard knowledge that no one can save you from yourself.

Family is family. Even if you hate them, it's hard to let go.

It's not the flying that's the hard part; it's the landing.

We are all a little bit broken, she tells me (the reason she doesn't sleep at night?), but we all work on fixing ourselves.

It's true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. But no one says that strength doesn't come at a price.

Funny how you can fear change, even when already surrounded by the worst of the worst.

People with a history of depression often appear happiest right before they commit suicide. Not because their depression has passed, but because they've finally chosen a course of action.

Humans are interesting, however. Our ability to adapt is truly impressive. Our rage against our own suffering. Our relentless need to find a way out, to do something, anything, to advance our lot in life.

It takes a villain to make a hero. And it took a monster to make me.

They have to get through each day, which makes truth a fickle companion.

All happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way'?" "Anna Karenina.

turned out, a giant well of emptiness had always existed inside me. A void so deep and black and ugly, I wasn't just empty, I was hollowed out by the losses in my life. Until there were days I didn't dare go outside because I worried the wind would blow me away. The pills became my

Feel your feels, as the saying goes. Except so many feelings are hard to take.

And I take all that sadness back inside me, cleaning the floor, sweeping up the shredded bits of wax, because I don't want

So let's catch this son of a bitch, so I can return to my classes, and finish up my degree. Then I'll join law enforcement, neglect my own family, and the cycle will be complete.

For a bit, he picked up the paperbacks, thumbed the worn edges. Military thrillers. Books with clear right and wrong where the good guys always won in the end. Zero or hero. A part of Telly clearly wanted to be the hero. The brother who'd saved his sister. The troubled teen who, according to his PO, was trying to do better.

look at him. But I can't. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible

Then we did the best we could, all we could. He was the enemy, Kimberly. He took their lives. And God help both of us, but sometimes the enemy is simply that good.

Je ne veux plus faire de cauchemars. Je ne veux plus chercher à atteindre une petite fille que je ne peux pas sauver. Le monde est cruel. Notre boulot est sans espoir. Je ne sais même plus comment aimer. J'ai juste besoin de haïr.

She walked the edge of the anxiety attack, feeling the shakes and knowing that she either found solid footing now or plunged into the abyss.

The gift of gratitude, we say in AA. It took me a long time to find it, and I'm still not the best at remembering it, but every now and then, I almost understand.

I hate the raw edge to my voice, but I can't stop it. These cases shouldn't be personal to me. But they are. That's the thing I can't help, and Paul couldn't understand.

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