Quotes About Struggle

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

We know that some of you are still scared. We know that some of you are still silent. Just because it's better now doesn't mean that it's always good.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

Mental health days only exist for people who have the luxury of saying 'I don't want to deal with things today' and then can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting the fights we always fight, with no one really caring one way or another, unless...

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding. But if that's true, why do they always find us?

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

your life isn't out there waiting, so don't think all you have to do is find it and get it. no, your life is right here. and, yeah, it sucks. lives usually do. so if you want things to change, you don't need to get a life. you need to get off your ass.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

jaded , adj . In the end, we both want the right thing to happen, the right person to win, the right idea to prevail. We have no faith that it will, but still we want it. Neither of us has given up on anything.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it's a game, I know I'm going to lose.

But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

I have seen this too many times before. The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope.

Depression has been likened to both a black cloud and a black dog. For someone like Kelsea, the black cloud is the right metaphor. She is surrounded by it, immersed within it, and there is no obvious way out. What she needs to do is try to contain it, get it into the form of the black dog. It will still follow her around wherever she goes; it will always be there. But at least it will be separate, and will follow her lead.

i feel bad for her - i do. a damn shame, really, that i had to have a mother. it can't be easy having me for a son. nothing can prepare someone for that kind of disappointment.

If I'd managed any of these ifs-- would I have been able to avoid the inevitable fuck-up, the full-force fuck-off? My pride shut me up, my heart shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.