Quotes About Struggle

I was convinced I wasn't made for the reality of the world. And in a way, I was right. I wasn't made for the world. I was, like everyone, made by the world. I was made by parents and culture and TV and books and politics and school and maybe even shopping centres. So, I either needed a new me. Or a new planet. And I didn't yet know how to find either. Which is why I felt suicidal.

Because life is frightening, and it is frightening for a reason, and the reason is that it doesn't matter which branch of a life we get to live, we are always the same rotten tree.

Sometimes depression triggers anxiety.

It is a strange paradox, that many of the clearest, most comforting life lessons are learned while we are at our lowest.

She went on Instagram and saw everyone had worked out how to live, except her.

ViaÈ›a e ca un horn de sob?-uneori trebuie s? treci prin întuneric ca s? vezi lumina.

There was an invisible baton of failure her mother had passed down, and Nora had held it for a long time.

The one thing depression has told you is that a day can be a long and intense stretch of time.

I have carefully calculated that the pain of me living as the bloody disaster that is myself is greater than the pain anyone else will feel if I were to die.

What are you feeling?' 'Like I still want to die. I have wanted to die for quite a while. I have carefully calculated that the pain of me living as the bloody disaster that is myself is greater than the pain anyone else will feel if I were to die. In fact, I'm sure it would be a relief. I'm not useful to anyone.

She had a fire inside her. She wondered if the fire was to warm her or destroy her. Then she realised. A fire had no motive. Only she could have that. The power was hers.

Depression for me was total exposure. A red-raw, naked mind. A skinned personality. A brain in a jar full of the acid that is experience. I'm not talking about all that What doesn't kill you makes you stronger stuff. No. That's simply not true. What doesn't kill you very often makes you weaker. What doesn't kill you can leave you limping for the rest of your life.

Maybe she was just really crap at it. At life.

I am just a caveman in a world that has arrived faster than our minde and bodies expected.

Listen, I know you think my father was a bad human, and it was a bad thing he did, but there was good, too. He was just weak. We had no money. Humans are... complicated.

She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery.

Everything weighed down on her. The small rituals of her daily existence—filling the dishwasher, picking up from school, cooking—had all been performed as if underwater.

Ze wilde niet dood. En ze wilde geen ander leven dan haar eigen leven. Het leven dat een rommelige worsteling kon zijn, maar het was háár slordige rommelige worsteling. Een geweldige , rommelige worsteling.

Struggling, flailing, just trying to survive while not knowing which way to go. Which path to commit to without regret.

The trouble with ladders is they give you no room to move around. Just room to fall.

Standing asymmetrically from arthritis and osteoporosis.

Nora had also felt that simply to be in his presence was to commit some kind of invisible crime. Ever since the ligament injury that thwarted his rugby career, he'd had a sincere conviction that the universe was against him. And Nora was, at least she felt, considered by him as part of that same universal plan. From that moment in that car park she had felt she was really just an extension of the pain in his left knee. A walking wound.

Because I am clearly destined to be unhappy in other lives too. That is just me. I add nothing. I am wallowing in self-pity. I want to die.

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.