{"quotes":[{"text":"Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A sure thing, because it was always safer, less painful to stop trying than it was to repeatedly try and fail. Failure-disappointment-was a poison in my blood. Despair was the antidote.","author":"Norah Vincent","tags":["coping","depression","mental-illness","recovery","sadness"],"id":5248,"author_id":"Norah+Vincent"},{"text":"Even if the world was falling apart, that was no reason to let his appearance and good habits fall apart with it.","author":"S.R. Ford","tags":["coping","dan-barker","good-habits","self-respect"],"id":13860,"author_id":"S.R.+Ford"},{"text":"It was a lesson she was still learning. When she had first started nursing, she had taken every death personally, like she was losing her father all over again. Every patient lost under her care was a little piece of death she would carry around with her until the end of her own life. But the alternative seemed so unfeeling. Tina and the other nurses could crack jokes and banter back and forth about contestants on American Idol before the body of a deceased patient was even cold. It was a coping mechanism, she knew, but not necessarily one she thought she would ever adopt. There had to be something in between. Olive had been called a bleeding heart before, but her heart no longer had the same plasticity and tenderness—it was scarred and worn beyond repair.","author":"Andrea Lochen","tags":["coping","death","lesson","loss","nurse","nursing","patients","repeat","year"],"id":14172,"author_id":"Andrea+Lochen"},{"text":"The emotional, loving, moody child had small chance of developing into a happy woman. Had she as a girl been naturally joyus yet all that had befallen her must surely have driven away the bright birds, one by one, from her breast. As it was, made of more sombre clay, capable of deep happiness, but more easily drawn to the dark than the light, Fuchsia was even more open to the cruel winds of circumstance which appeared to have singled her out for particular punishment.","author":"Mervyn Peake","tags":["circumstance","coping","depression","happiness","personality"],"id":15512,"author_id":"Mervyn+Peake"},{"text":"It wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to stop you from hurting yourself.” “It helps—” “No it doesn't. It just pushes it away temporarily. Just like the booze.” “But I need—” “You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on.” “You make it sound so easy.” Bitterness drips from each syllable. “It’s not. It’s the fucking hardest thing a person can do.” I smooth a damp strand out of her face and away from my mouth. “It’s the hardest fucking thing. It’s why we drink and do drugs and fight. It’s why I play music and build engines.","author":"Jasinda Wilder","tags":["bitterness","colton","cope","coping","cutting","drinking","falling","falling-into-you","feel","feeling","fighting","grief","hurting","jasinda-wilder","music","nell","relief","words"],"id":16597,"author_id":"Jasinda+Wilder"},{"text":"What is coping? This is what it is like: a cave underground deep in rock, hung across its roof with accretions of dripping salts. I am cavernous and hard as mineral. The cave holds a pool of dark water that has not seen light. The water is very cold; it is undrinkable and its size is unmapped. It is mine, but people cannot see it. Only Ev sometimes senses that it is there. All the time people say that I am coping very well. It is impossible to explain my strategy to them. It is opaque even to me.","author":"Marion Coutts","tags":["coping","loss"],"id":18473,"author_id":"Marion+Coutts"},{"text":"The Lord has put more hardships atop the shoulders of my neighbors — more than I can even fathom coping with. I will strive to find a way to turn pity into admiration, for what use is it to send pity back at the world. Admiration and awe are much more helpful, especially when I find myself feeling like a victim for being stuck in traffic or losing my favorite sweater. Perspective is a blessing.","author":"Erica Goros","tags":["coping","ego","faith","god","humility","inspiration","pity"],"id":20366,"author_id":"Erica+Goros"},{"text":"Something still exists as long as there's someone still around to remember it.","author":"Jodi Picoult","tags":["coping","memories","school-shooting"],"id":32936,"author_id":"Jodi+Picoult"},{"text":"Perhaps gratitude and love are one and the same.","author":"Erica Goros","tags":["coping","god","gratitude","life","love"],"id":33318,"author_id":"Erica+Goros"},{"text":"My acupuncturist once told me that it doesn't have to hurt to work. She might have meant the needles, but I think she really meant love.","author":"Erica Goros","tags":["coping","heartbreak","humor","letting-go","love","moving-on","relationships"],"id":44263,"author_id":"Erica+Goros"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":131,"pages":14,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}