For Those Who Are Sad

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Can I cradle you in the nook of my arms? If you were here, would you let me? Hold you I mean? I don’t just want a hug. I want to hold you so we cry together. Kiss the top of your forehead like a mother would. On the shoulder of comfort, let your tears drench my shirt and I will love you like an infant. Can these words hold your head up? I do not want the soft spot of your pain to blemish the fragile newness of the warrior you are becoming. Your critics will look at what you are, but I see what you can become. But you’ve got to let me do my job. Let me hold you. Cradle you in my arms. This is not a blog. Not today. Today this is air. This is breath. This is the permission to breathe. This is words wooing lullabies for the exhausted spirits of the broken.

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No Whining Wednesday – Self-Pity

Welcome back to No Whining Wednesdays, the only day of the week where you do not get to whine, complain, or criticize. New to NWW? Click Here for more information on what this segment is all about.

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Today’s inspiring word is on self-pity. We all need to vent at some point in our lives, we need to communicate our feelings and let it all out sometimes. We all feel down, depressed, and out of it sometimes. However, at what point does this get out of hand? Today, try not to complain by staying away from feeling sorry for yourself. Some quotes to inspire you:

“In life, you can blame a lot of people and you can wallow in self-pity, or you can pick yourself up and say, ‘Listen, I have to be responsible for myself.”

– Howard Schultz

 

“I never saw a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

– D.H. Lawrence

 

“Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.”

– Helen Keller

 

“Self pity will destroy relationships, it’ll destroy anything that’s good, it will fulfill all the prophecies it makes and leave only itself.” -Stephen Fry

 

“Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you’re hurting.”

– Paul Monette

 

“He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn’t work. It wasn’t just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that–it didn’t work.”―Gray Paulsen

Is Regret Healthy?

th“Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can’t build on it; it’s only good for wallowing in.”  – Katherine Mansfield

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Hmm…interesting perspective. I would love to hear your thoughts on this quote. Yay or Nay? Do you agree with Katherine? Is Regret unhealthy? Or are there exceptions to the rule? I’ll hold off on my thoughts for now. Plus, yours is way better. 🙂

Cold Hearts and Secret Sorrows

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What an interesting quote. It’s kind of sad just reading it. I know that many of us can remember people who were so cruel either in our lives or the lives of others and yet the truth may just be that they’ve buried the light so deeply within themselves that it is hard to find again; and that in cruelty, they are only miserable. Even within our own lives, those of us willing to be honest about it, we may be able to find instances where we were being mean but it was only because we were also being sad. After all, there is the saying that misery does love company. Good thing I’m not on the guest list though. Sorry, but if your around me there’s a requirement that you smile. I actually love to laugh. 🙂

Solitude

Probably one of the best descriptions of depression I ever read. Had to share:

 
“She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”

 
— One Hundred Years of Solitude (Cien años de soledad, 1967) Gabriel García Márquez