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“التجاهل يا عزيزي.. ربما تظنه مجرد شئ عابر ولكنه يخلق شعور مقيت يتخلخل بداخلك ليساعد وسواس عقلك في بناء اسوء الأفكار على بقايا هدام روحك.. أنتِ قبيحة، أنتِ ممله، لا تتحدثي لا أحد يأبه لما ستقولين من سُخف، لا تحاولي لا أحد يحبك، لا تقتربي فلن تنالي سوى اليأس وستعودين هاربه لظلام وحدتك، لن يصادقك أحد ياعزيزتي سوى الأكتئاب والارق، يا لغبائك من سيكترث لمريضه مثلك.. عزيزتي البائسة لا أمل من محاولاتك البائسة فمتى ستكفي عنها ؟! ولذلك ارجوك منعًا لكل تلك الأفكار السوداوية التي تحتل عقلي وترهق روحي.. فقط لا تتجاهل أن لا تتجاهل”

“So no, I don't think we can build a suit of armor against sadness and depression and genetics. Happiness isn't the antidote to depression, nor is it the distraction. Life isn't black and white like that. And if depression is the black and utter joy is the white, then maybe it's in the in-between where the colors are, where we can find sorrow and joy often coexisting right in the same moment. It's where most of us live most of our lives, most of our lives, most of the time. Most of us don't find ourselves in the black and white of either/or very often, nor would we want to. Usually we are both, nuanced, human.”

“Sad? Why should I be sad? It’s my birthday. The appiest day of the year.’ ‘Your birthday?’ said Pooh in great surprise. ‘Of course it is. Can’t you see? Look at all the presents I have had.’ He waved a foot from side to side. ‘Look at the birthday cake. Candles and pink sugar.’ Pooh looked - first to the right and then to the left. ‘Presents?’ said Pooh. ‘Birthday cake?’ said Pooh. ‘Where?’ ‘Can’t you see them?’ ‘No,’ said Pooh. ‘Neither can I,’ said Eeyore. ‘Joke,’ he explained. ‘Ha ha!”

“5: 00 am تنظر إلى صورتها الباسمة وهي في السادسه من عمرها بشفقةٍ على هيئتها المرهقة الآن تسخر من أفكار تلك الطفلة وأمنياتها بأن تكبر سريعًا، تلك الطفله عينها الآن تتمنى أن تعود طفله ولو ليومٍ واحد تتسأل هل يمر العمر سريعًا كما يقولون أم اليمًا ؟ تخاطب صورتها وكإنها شخص أخر.. لا تشربي اللبن مجبرةً يا صغيرتي لكى تكبري سريعًا فحين تكبرين يا عزيزتي ستفعلين كل شيء مجبرةً؛ حين تكبرين يا صغيرتي لن تغيري قُبح العالم ليصبح أجمل بل العالم هو من سيغيرك من طفلة بريئه الى فتاةٍ بائسةٍ ستتحول ملامحك الطفولية تلك لملامح يفوح منها الإكتئاب، أما عن براءة عينك فسوف تحتلها الهالات السوداء. المستقبل يا عزيزتي ليس ورديًا كما ترسمه لكي سبيستون بل رمادي باهت كروحك النقيه تلك التي سوف تبهت من قسوة العالم، وسوف تفقدين كل شئ؛ ستفقدين صديقتك المقربه وستدركين بكل قسوة إن تلك الصداقة لم تكن الإ مجرد وهم صدقتيه بكل سذاجة، ستفقدين إهتمام ومحبة كل من حولك حتى محبتك لنفسك، شغفك وثقتك بذاتك، تفاؤلك وحبك للنور بل سيصبح الظلام ملجأك الوحيد ذلك الذي تخافين النوم به.. سيجردك الواقع من كل شيء بلا رحمة يا صغيرتي أعتذر على مصارحتك بذلك ولكنه الواقع يا عزيزتي الواقع الذي لن يخبرك أحد عن مدى قساوة حقيقته؛ ألا وهي إن الواقع ياصغيرتي مخيف لا يشبه براءة خيالك وعالمك الصغير أبدًا.. تتنهد قائله ياليتني لم أكبر.”

“There’s never any escape from anything at all. You’re always going to be burned. There is never any pleasantness, easiness anywhere. You’ll be burned down to the grave. No matter how much you know, no matter how much you feel, you’re going to be burned, burned, burned till the last minute you breathe. When you open a cap on a mustard jar, you’re gonna be burned. If you open up a can of cat food, you’re gonna be burned. Everything is burning. All you’re trying to do is walk across a room and drink a glass of water and take it easy. There’s always things burning, ripping at you. It’s the whole universe. It’s everything. Women, men, friends, everything. Rips and tears, man. Rips and tears.”

“No one will understand your pain but you, you feel trapped , you want to find someone and share your pain but no one cares. As you sit there and stare your heart racing, your anxiety level is through the roof your stomach is sick because of your anxiety, you feel numb . You don’t know what to do or what to say. Your mind is blank can’t think of anything ,can’t think clearly your mind is foggy. You have plans for the New Years but you’ve lost the momentum to even sit and focus on your plan. You feel so lost , no one understands you, no one realizes that you are in pain because you mask it so well. You feel like you are failing as a mother your daughter doesn’t listen to you when you speak to her. Your husband doesn’t care much about your feelings anymore. You feel like your life is falling apart all you want to do is scream, but you just sit there silently not knowing what to do or what is yet to come. Please help me lord I feel helpless and afraid. You feel that your husband is hiding secrets from you , you feel as if he as a secret identity, he as a fetish for big buttocks that makes me feel less of a woman to him , I feel like I am not within his standards my body is not enough for him but he doesn’t see that he is hurting me”

“If we don’t allow ourselves the fundamental honesty of our own sadness, then we miss an important cue to adapt. We seem to be living in an age when we’re bombarded with entreaties to be happy, but we’re suffering from an avalanche of depression. We’re urged to stop sweating the small stuff, yet we’re chronically anxious. I often wonder if these are just normal feelings that become monstrous when they’re denied. A great deal of life will always suck. There will be moments when we’re riding high and moments when we can’t bear to get out of bed. Both are normal. Both in fact require a little perspective.”

“The seed of not being wanted, not being liked, not being appreciated is planted years if not decades before the ultimate moment. It is nourished by circumstances. It is watered with repeated negative criticism on their inadequacies. The seed sprouts in desperation, grows in dejection and blossoms into rage. The rage ripens to a poisoned fruit of not wanting to live anymore and one fine day, when it is ripe enough, it falls off.”

“These people, they give up on people that are struggling. And you can't do that. Because the people that are struggling.. they've damn near almost given up on themselves. So when they give up, and you give up, they don't have a fighting chance. Nobody is there anymore for them. But if they give up, and you NEVER give up on them, there is still a chance.”

“FrozenRobot of all people should know that there is nothing beautiful or endearing or glamorous about sadness. Sadness is only ugly, and anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t get it. I think what he means to say is that he and I are ugly in the same way and there's something familiar, comfortable, about that. Comfortable is different from beautiful.”

“What my dad did was wrong, awful, inexcusable, but maybe there's still hope for him. Maybe if he can get the help he needs, they'll be able to resurrect the man who taught me about Bach's toccata and slept in the chair in my room when I was afraid of the dark. And if there's still hope for my dad, there has to still be hope for me. Mabe it's true that he and I have the same blag slug inside of us, but it's up to me to conquer it. I owe that to my dad. I owe that to myself. [....] I make a promise to myself: /I will be stronger than my sadness./ I will do my best to become the girl from Roman's drawing. The girl with the bright eyes. The girl with hope.”