Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.
It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said 'do the best you can with these, they will have to do'. And mostly, against all odds, they do.
May your life be filled, as mine has been, with love and laughter; and remember, when things are rough all you need is ... Chocolate.
You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.
Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.
You can’t selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off all lights in a room, and still expect to see the light.
Prayer is an insurance policy that you can never lapse on.
If you can change the way you think in time you will notice a change in your heart and also a change in your life and the way you see things.
If you can't focus then how do you expect to make your dreams come true?
My faith is not some pathetic emotional escape from a reality that I am unable to cope with. Rather, my faith is the power to change that reality by changing me so that I can change it. And from that, I don’t need any escape nor do I want one.
It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.
The mind knows the truth when your heart denies what it feels. When you don't feel safe to let people in it is because you're not ready to deal with the pain of honesty.
All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.
When it comes to death, we know that laughter and tears are pretty much the same thing.
One of the greatest paths to wholeness is learning how to accept the holes.
I cared about them. I wanted them to feel better, to live better lives. And then it occurred to me - I cared about myself. I wanted me to live a better life, too Caring about myself was allowing me to care about others.
You have changed but that is okay. Life is not static, why should you be?
On some dimension or other, every event in life can be causing only one of two things: either it is good for you, or it is bringing up what you need to look at in order to create good for you. Evolution is win-win…life is self-correcting.
Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
For me, writing is a kind of coping mechanism.