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99 Uplifting Quotes for Hard Times
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Ninety-nine carefully curated quotes. Drawn from poets, trauma researchers, novelists, grief workers, and clinicians. Organized across seven themes that map the actual terrain of hard times: grief, resilience, healing, self-trust, rest, quotes to rekindle love and connection, and hope. This isn’t a motivational collection. It’s a companion for driven women who need to feel less alone in exactly where they are.
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Last reviewed: June 2026 by Annie Wright, LMFT
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- When Grief Arrives Without Apology
- The Quieter Face of Courage
- What Transformation Actually Looks Like
- The Interior Voice You’ve Learned to Override
- Rest as a Structural Necessity, Not a Reward
- Being Known, Not Just Seen
- Light Through the Crack
- Both/And: Hard Times Don’t Require a Silver Lining
- The Systemic Lens: Why Hard Times Hit Women Harder
- Frequently Asked Questions
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Some days, the most useful thing a sentence can do is tell the truth about where you are.
Not where you should be. Not where you’ll eventually get to. Not the arc of the story someone else decided you’re living. Just: here’s an accurate description of this territory. Here’s proof someone else has been in it. Here’s language for something you’ve been carrying but couldn’t quite name.
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A woman I’ll call Rachel came into my office last spring already exhausted. Forty-seven, general counsel at a mid-cap firm she’d helped scale for eleven years, mother of two teenagers, primary support for her mother through a rough oncology year. Her husband had told her three weeks earlier that he’d been thinking about leaving. Not for someone else. Just because he didn’t know who he was anymore inside a marriage that had, in his words, “run on Rachel’s competence for two decades.” She sat down on the couch, opened her water bottle, took one sip, and said, “I don’t know why I’m here. I know what to do about this. I’ve been through worse. I’ll figure it out.” Then she put the water bottle down and started crying. Not the loud kind. The kind that happens when a woman who’s never allowed herself to fall apart in public runs out of the muscle to keep it in.
What I’ve watched, session after session, over fifteen years and more than fifteen thousand hours of clinical work with driven women in their thirties, forties, and fifties, is that Rachel isn’t unusual. She’s the median. Women like her arrive at hard times already flooded. They’ve operated for months or years on the edge of their capacity, braced against the next demand before the last one’s been fully processed. When difficulty finally arrives in that context, it doesn’t just wound. It reaches down and finds every structural fracture that was there long before.
The 99 quotes in this collection weren’t chosen for their inspirational quality. They were chosen because they don’t flinch. They come from poets and researchers and grief workers and novelists who sat with the full weight of difficult human experience and refused to pretty it up. In my clinical work I keep coming back to the same handful of writers because their sentences actually do something. Not “help you feel better.” Something more useful: they tell the truth about where you are so you don’t have to spend the last of your energy convincing yourself the territory isn’t real.
These quotes won’t fix what you’re carrying. Of course they won’t. Nothing external to your own nervous system does that work. But they can sit with it. They can name it accurately. And in the naming, they offer something the productivity culture almost never does: permission to be exactly where you are without immediately having to work your way out of it.
They’re organized across seven themes. Not to impose order on grief, which resists order. But to make them navigable. Go to the section that names where you are. Come back to a different one tomorrow if tomorrow requires something different. You’re not broken for needing language for this. You’re a woman with a working nervous system, meeting a hard moment.
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When you’re in a hard season, the right words can be a lifeline. Below are 99 uplifting quotes I’ve gathered from poets, philosophers, and survivors, quotes that have steadied my own clients through divorce, loss, betrayal, and the slow rebuilding that follows. Bookmark this page for the moments you need it.
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The most powerful uplifting quotes for hard times share a common thread: they validate the struggle first, then point toward resilience. Whether you are grieving, burned out, or simply exhausted, the right words can interrupt a shame spiral and remind you that difficulty is not evidence of failure, it is proof you are human. Below you will find quotes organized by what you actually need to hear right now.
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In more than 15,000 clinical hours with driven women, I’ve seen how the right words at the right moment can steady someone through grief, divorce, burnout, and loss, not by fixing the pain but by making it bearable to stay with. This reflects what trauma researcher Bessel van der Kolk, MD (van der Kolk 2014), describes about the role of language and meaning-making in helping people move through hard seasons.
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When Grief Arrives Without Apology
Grief isn’t a problem driven women are trained to solve. Analysis, optimization, forward momentum , none of it has any useful application here. Grief asks for something fundamentally different: presence, not problem-solving. Witness, not remediation. And for women who’ve built their lives on competence and output, that asking can feel like an identity threat as much as an emotional experience.
I’ve watched Rachel’s version of this dozens of times. She arrived at her second session with a legal pad. Actual legal pad, yellow, with sub-bullets. She’d made a list of what to fix. Communication with her husband. Whether to move out of the primary bedroom. What to tell the teenagers. Whether she should be in couples therapy or individual therapy or both. She read it aloud. And I said, gently, “Rachel, none of these are the problem.” She looked up. And I said, “The problem is you’re grieving. And you can’t strategy-brain your way through grief. You’ve never been asked to do a thing you can’t outwork, and now you are.”
I recently reread Peter Levine’s foundational work on somatic experiencing, and one passage I keep coming back to is his insistence that “trauma isn’t what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.” Levine, PhD, a somatic psychologist who developed Somatic Experiencing therapy, wasn’t writing about grief specifically. But grief functions the same way in the body. It doesn’t fully metabolize in isolation. It needs someone willing to sit with the weight of it. Not fix it, not rush it, not reframe it into something more bearable. The quotes in this section are that kind of witness. They don’t console. They don’t correct. They name the experience accurately, and in the naming, they do what grief actually requires: they refuse to look away.
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This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
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Elizabeth Gilbert
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Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.
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Glennon Doyle
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You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly. That still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
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Anne Lamott
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What these three quotes share is honesty about permanence. The broken heart doesn’t become unbroken. The loss doesn’t stop mattering. What changes, slowly, and only with sufficient time and adequate witness, is how much of the available self gets organized around the loss and how much stays free for the rest of the life you’re still living. In clinical terms we’d call this “integration,” but that word does a disservice. Rachel doesn’t need to integrate her husband’s departure. She needs, more simply, to keep breathing while it happens.
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I want to love more than death can harm. And I want to tell you this often: That despite being so human and so terrified, here, standing on this unfinished staircase to nowhere and everywhere, surrounded by the cold and starless night. We can live. And we will.
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Ocean Vuong · On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.
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Anne Lamott · Operating Instructions
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My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.
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Cheryl Strayed · Tiny Beautiful Things (as ‘Dear Sugar’)
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Anne Lamott’s image , lying in the mud until you don’t have to anymore , is one of the most clinically accurate descriptions of grief I’ve encountered in twenty years of trauma work. It contradicts everything productivity culture teaches driven women. It says: your job here isn’t to move. Your job is to be, until being becomes bearable, until bearable becomes something else. Rachel, four sessions in, told me she’d taken a Wednesday off work and stayed in bed until three in the afternoon. She said it apologetically. I said, “That’s the first thing you’ve done for yourself in six months.”
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting. Over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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Mary Oliver · Wild Geese
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to live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
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Mary Oliver · In Blackwater Woods
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Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
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Mary Oliver
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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, the poet whose “someone gave me a box full of darkness” line has traveled through so many grieving rooms, is naming a specific and quiet miracle. Not that the darkness becomes light. That over long enough time, with adequate witness, the darkness becomes usable. You can carry it. You can even, on some days, offer someone else a corner of what you learned inside it. This is what I saw begin to happen in Rachel by month four. Not that the grief lifted. That she stopped fighting it. That she started, tentatively, to let it teach her something about the marriage she’d been carrying on her back for eleven years without noticing the weight.
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you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.
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Warsan Shire · For Women Who Are Difficult to Love, from Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth, Flipped Eye Publishing, 2011
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Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
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Joy Harjo · Perhaps the World Ends Here, from The Woman Who Fell from the Sky, W.W. Norton, 1994
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I survived because I remained soft, because I listened, because I wrote. Because I huddled close to my truth, protected it like a tiny flame in a terrible storm.
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Chanel Miller · Know My Name: A Memoir, Viking, 2019
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Of course you’re tired. Of course this is hard. Of course the parts of you that have always known how to fix things are exhausting themselves trying to fix a thing that can’t be fixed, only felt. That’s not a failure of your capacity. It’s a signal that the situation has moved past the domain your capacity was built for. Grief lives in a different country than competence. The quotes above are letters home from women who’ve been there.
The Quieter Face of Courage
The word “courage” is one of the most damaged in the emotional vocabulary of driven women. It’s been colonized by productivity culture and by a specific kind of Instagram inspiration where courage looks like a woman running a marathon three weeks after her divorce or launching a new company in the middle of chemo. That version of courage isn’t wrong exactly. But it isn’t the version most of my clients need.
The courage that matters clinically , the courage that actually rebuilds a life , is quieter and less photogenic. It’s the courage to make the phone call to the therapist after seven years of promising yourself you’d get around to it. It’s the courage to say “I can’t do this alone” to a friend who’ll then, awkwardly, ask what they can do. It’s the courage to sit down at the kitchen table at nine on a Tuesday night, when the kids are finally asleep and the house is quiet, and let yourself feel how tired you are. That’s the courage that changes anything.
Let me put it in three ways, because different women receive this differently. Clinically: courage in trauma recovery is the willingness to allow interoceptive contact with previously avoided affect. In plain language: courage is the willingness to feel what you’ve been outrunning. And on a specific Tuesday afternoon in November, for Rachel, it looked like this , she called her sister, who lives in Portland, and said, “I need you to fly out. I can’t be alone in this house on the weekends anymore.” She’d never asked for help like that in her life. Her sister was on a plane the next morning.
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You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.
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Maya Angelou
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The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
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Joseph Campbell · A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living, ed. Diane K. Osbon, HarperCollins, 1991
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The most difficult thing is the decision to act; the rest is merely tenacity.
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Amelia Earhart · The Fun of It: Random Records of My Own Flying and of Women in Aviation, Brewer, Warren & Putnam, 1932
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Nelson Mandela’s line , “not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it” , is often quoted as if the triumph is a single dramatic act. In the room with actual clients, though, the triumph is almost always cumulative. It’s the fourteenth time you didn’t call the ex. It’s the third session you told me something you’d never told anyone. It’s the Sunday you didn’t go to your mother’s house because you knew you’d come home undone. Small, unglamorous, and completely invisible from the outside. That’s what building courage looks like when you’re a driven woman doing the actual work.
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As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation. Either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.
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Martin Luther King Jr.
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All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming.
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Helen Keller
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My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.
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Paula McLain
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You’re allowed to be scared and to move anyway. That’s the entire definition. The women I work with often think they have to eliminate the fear before they take the step, and it doesn’t work that way. The fear is data. It’s telling you the step matters. You don’t have to bully yourself out of feeling it. You just have to move while it’s still there.
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I don’t want to be remembered as the girl who was shot. I want to be remembered as the girl who stood up.
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Malala Yousafzai
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If you are going through hell, keep going.
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Winston Churchill
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It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
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Confucius
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It always seems impossible until it’s done.
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Nelson Mandela
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…grit grows as we figure out our life philosophy, learn to dust ourselves off after rejection and disappointment, and learn to tell the difference between low-level goals that should be abandoned quickly and higher-level goals that demand more tenacity. The maturation story is that we develop the capacity for long-term passion and perseverance as we get older.
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Angela Duckworth · Grit
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Your problem is not that you can’t take it. You are taking it. You have been taking it. You take it every day.
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Cheryl Strayed · Tiny Beautiful Things
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Repeatedly in the testimony of survivors there comes a moment when a sense of connection is restored by another person’s unaffected display of generosity. Something in herself that the victim believes to be irretrievably destroyed. Faith, decency, courage. Is reawakened by an example of common altruism.
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Judith Herman · Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence. From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror, Basic Books, 1992. Chapter 11, p. 244
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What Transformation Actually Looks Like
Transformation is another word productivity culture has almost ruined. It gets used to sell things , courses, retreats, coaching packages, thirty-day programs , and by the time it reaches most driven women, it’s been so thoroughly commoditized that it sounds like something you buy rather than something you go through. So let me be precise about what transformation actually looks like in the room, over years, with real women moving through real hard things.
Here’s the clinical version first, because I want to name what’s actually happening at the level of neurobiology. Transformation, in trauma-informed practice, means the reorganization of neural networks that previously encoded threat, deprivation, or attachment injury into networks that can now hold a wider range of affect and behavioral response. New pathways, in other words. Not the erasure of the old ones , those stay , but the addition of new ones that give the nervous system more choices.
Now the plain-language version. Transformation is what happens when a woman who’s spent forty years reacting to certain kinds of pressure by achieving harder starts to notice, for the first time, that she has other options. She can rest. She can decline. She can grieve. She can not respond immediately to the email. She can say “I don’t know” in a meeting. These options were always technically available. What’s new is that her nervous system, after enough repair work, can now access them.
And here’s the Tuesday-afternoon version, which is what my clients actually experience. Rachel, seven months into our work together, called me between sessions. Not for a crisis. She said: “I just , I noticed something. My mother called me this morning to complain about my aunt again, and I usually spend the next hour trying to fix it for her, and today I just said ‘Mom, I love you but I can’t do this today,’ and I hung up. And I didn’t feel guilty. Or I felt guilty for about ninety seconds and then I got over it. And I made myself tea. Is that , is that the thing you’ve been talking about?” Yes, Rachel. That’s the thing. That’s exactly the thing.
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She could never go back and make some of the details pretty. All she could do was move forward and make the whole beautiful.
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Terri St. Cloud
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The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy. The experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
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Brené Brown
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Cheryl Strayed’s line about the four hundred ways to kiss the earth is doing something specific. She’s saying: the version of transformation you were sold , the dramatic before-and-after, the single moment of clarity , is a story. The real thing is quieter and stranger. It’s four hundred small kissings, four hundred returns to the earth of your actual life, four hundred tiny reorientations you’ll barely notice while they’re happening.
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To be strong does not mean to sprout muscles and flex. It means meeting one’s own numinosity without fleeing, actively living with the wild nature in one’s own way. It means to be able to learn, to be able to stand what we know. It means to stand and live.
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés · Women Who Run With the Wolves
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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Haruki Murakami · Kafka on the Shore
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Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.
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Pema Chödrön · When Things Fall Apart
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It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
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Joseph Campbell
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Anaïs Nin’s line about “the day it became more painful to remain tight in the bud than to blossom” gets misread, I think, by women who’ve been taught to see transformation as a decision. It isn’t. It’s a threshold event. You don’t blossom because you decide to. You blossom because staying closed has finally become more expensive than opening. The trigger for transformation is almost always exhaustion with the old shape, not enthusiasm for the new one.
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I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it.
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Rainer Maria Rilke · Book of Hours (Das Stunden-Buch), Insel-Verlag, 1905. Trans. Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows, Riverhead Books, 1996. I, 2
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Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.
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David Richo
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The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
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Rumi
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Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.
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Peter Levine · In an Unspoken Voice: How the Body Releases Trauma and Restores Goodness, North Atlantic Books, 2010
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Our scars are part of our story, but they are not its conclusion. The past is ours and will always be a part of us, and yet it is not all there is.
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Angela Bolz-Weber · Accidental Saints
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You’re not behind. You’re not doing this wrong. Transformation isn’t a race and it isn’t a project. It’s what happens when you stop fighting the shape your life is actually taking and start listening to what that shape is trying to teach you. Some weeks nothing happens. Some weeks everything happens at once. Both are the process.
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Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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The Interior Voice You’ve Learned to Override
There’s a kind of knowing that lives underneath cognition. Somatic knowing, gut knowing, what psychodynamic literature calls “the unthought known.” Driven women, in my clinical experience, have almost always been trained to override this knowing in favor of external validation, external metrics, external permission. And the cost of that training , the actual, quantifiable cost across a lifetime , is one of the most under-recognized wounds I encounter in practice.
I keep returning to Bessel van der Kolk, MD, the psychiatrist and trauma researcher whose book The Body Keeps the Score reshaped how a generation of clinicians thinks about trauma. In a 2014 passage that I’ve dog-eared and reread more times than I can count, van der Kolk writes that “trauma is fundamentally a rupture in one’s sense of agency, and healing requires reclaiming the body as the site of one’s own authority.” Every time I read that sentence I think of a specific composite of dozens of women I’ve sat with. A woman who spent thirty years deferring to her mother’s opinion about her body, then to her husband’s opinion about her career, then to her boss’s opinion about her worth, and who is now in her mid-forties trying to figure out what she thinks , actually thinks , about anything at all. Van der Kolk is naming her wound. And more importantly, he’s naming the direction of her healing.
Rachel came in one Tuesday and said, “I’ve been doing that thing you said. Where I try to figure out what I want before I ask anyone else what I should do.” She sounded almost sheepish about it. “I sat with my coffee this morning and I asked myself if I wanted to go to my mother-in-law’s on Sunday. And it turned out I really didn’t. And then I told my husband , well, my separated husband , that I wasn’t going. And he was fine with it. It was fine.” She paused. “That was the smallest thing. But it felt enormous.”
It was enormous. That’s exactly what reclaiming interior authority looks like in the body of a real woman. Not a keynote-speech moment. A Tuesday morning with coffee, asking your own gut what it wants and then acting on the answer. The women I work with often expect the reclaiming to feel triumphant. It usually feels ordinary. Or slightly nauseating. Or oddly like grief. Because for every reclaiming, there’s an accounting of all the previous decades you didn’t.
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won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.
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Lucille Clifton · Book of Light, Copper Canyon Press, 1993
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The most common form of despair is not being who you are.
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Søren Kierkegaard · The Sickness Unto Death (Sygdommen til Døden), 1849. Trans. Howard V. Hong and Edna H. Hong, Princeton University Press, 1980
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You are not supposed to be happy all the time. Life hurts and it’s hard. Not because you’re doing it wrong, but because it hurts for everybody. Don’t avoid the pain. You need it. It’s meant for you. Be still with it, let it come, let it go, let it leave you with the fuel you’ll burn to get your work done on this earth.
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Glennon Doyle
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Audre Lorde’s line about “the erotic as a source of power” gets misread all the time as if she meant sexuality. She didn’t, or not only. She meant the full aliveness of the sensing, feeling, desiring body , the body as an information source, the body as the site of your own authority. That’s the reclaiming van der Kolk points toward. That’s the reclaiming these quotes name.
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Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it’s less good than the one you had before. You can fight it, you can do nothing but scream about what you’ve lost, or you can accept that and try to put together something that’s good.
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Elizabeth Edwards
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You were given life; it is your duty. And also your entitlement as a human being. To find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.
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Elizabeth Gilbert · The Signature of All Things, Viking, 2013. Chapter 1
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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.
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Anne Lamott
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You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.
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Brené Brown
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Mary Oliver’s “one wild and precious life” gets pinned to office corkboards and printed on tote bags, and something in me winces every time. Not because the line isn’t true. Because it’s been drained of its ferocity. Oliver isn’t asking a gentle question. She’s asking a demanding one. Tell me. Not “have you thought about” or “have you considered.” Tell me. Right now. Out loud. What are you doing with it.
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What shames us, what we most fear to tell, does not set us apart from others; it binds us together if only we can take the risk to speak it.
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Starhawk
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I understand now that I’m not a mess, but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often: ‘For the same reason I laugh so often. Because I’m paying attention.’
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Glennon Doyle · Carry On, Warrior
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In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.
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Brennan Manning
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The opinion which other people have of you is their problem, not yours.
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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Healing depends on listening with the inner ear. Stopping the incessant blather, and listening. Fear keeps us chattering. Fear that wells up from the past, fear of blurring out what we really fear, fear of future repercussions. It is our very fear of the future that distorts the now that could lead to a different future if we dared to be whole in the present.
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Marion Woodman
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FREE GUIDE
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Discovering the truth about ourselves is a lifetime’s work, but it’s worth the effort.
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Fred Rogers
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i am mine. / before i am ever anyone else’s.
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Nayyirah Waheed · nejma, CreateSpace, 2014
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Rest as a Structural Necessity, Not a Reward
Rest is the single most misunderstood variable in the lives of the driven women I work with. It’s treated as optional, as a reward for productivity, as something to be earned by first exhausting yourself sufficiently. That framework is not only wrong, it’s the source of a specific and severe kind of harm.
Clinically: rest is when the parasympathetic branch of the autonomic nervous system finally has an opportunity to complete its regulatory work. Digestion. Cellular repair. Immune consolidation. Emotional metabolization. Memory integration. None of these happen in a nervous system running on sympathetic overdrive. Without adequate rest, you’re not just tired. You’re accumulating physiological debt. And the debt compounds.
In plain language: your body has two gears. Go and repair. You’ve probably been running on Go for years. And Repair isn’t optional. If you don’t give your body Repair time, it takes it anyway , usually in the form of illness, injury, breakdown, or the specific and terrifying moment when you realize you’ve been staring at your inbox for forty-five minutes and can’t remember why you opened it.
On a Tuesday afternoon, for a woman like Rachel, it looks like this , closing the laptop at four instead of six. Making tea. Actually drinking the tea, not carrying the cup around while she does laundry. Lying on the couch for twenty-two minutes. Not sleeping. Not scrolling. Just lying there. The first time she did this she cried afterward, not from anything specific, just from the sensation of being un-braced for the first time in what she guessed was maybe four years.
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The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés · Women Who Run With the Wolves
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One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it.
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés
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Toxic productivity is the unconscious, obsessive-compulsive desire to be productive all the time. It’s when you build your life around work and forget the purpose of work is to make a living in order to live.
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Tamu Thomas · Women Who Work Too Much: Break Free from Toxic Productivity and Find Your Joy, Hay House, 2024. Introduction, p. 11
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Tricia Hersey, whose Nap Ministry work has done more to reframe the politics of rest for a generation than almost anyone else’s, is not writing self-help. She’s writing structural analysis. When she says rest is resistance, she’s naming that the demand for constant productivity is a systemic wound that individual women cannot solve by individually sleeping more. But she’s also saying, and this is the part that lands in the room with clients: you can start anyway. You can lie down anyway. Your rest doesn’t have to be politically pure to be biologically necessary.
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Rested, we are ready for the world but not held hostage by it. Rested, we care again for the right things and the right people in the right way.
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David Whyte · Consolations, 2015
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To rest is not self-indulgent; to rest is to prepare to give the best of ourselves, and, most importantly, to arrive at a place where we are able to understand what we have already been given.
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David Whyte · Consolations, 2015
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Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.
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Audre Lorde · A Burst of Light, 1988
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You are the sky. Everything else. It’s just the weather.
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Pema Chödrön
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Of course you’re tired. You’re a woman running a household or a company or both, likely with under-supported labor at every level, likely in a body that’s been asked to produce continuously without adequate care. Your tiredness isn’t a character flaw. It’s information. It’s your body telling you the pace you’ve been keeping isn’t sustainable, and the fact that you’ve been keeping it anyway doesn’t mean it becomes sustainable through repetition. It means you’ve been paying the bill in installments your future self is going to have to cover.
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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
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Virginia Woolf
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I can tell you that it takes great strength to surrender. You have to know that you are not going to collapse. Instead, you are going to open to a power that you don’t even know, and it is going to come to meet you. In the process of healing, this is one of the huge things that I have discovered. People recognized the energy coming to meet them. When they opened to another energy, a love, a divine love, came through to meet them. That is what is known as grace.
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Marion Woodman
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Rest is not a luxury, a privilege, or a bonus we must wait for once we are burned out. Our bodies and spirits do not belong to capitalism, no matter how it is theorized and presented.
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Tricia Hersey · Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto
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No amount of success can ever compensate for chronic exhaustion, for persistently going over our bandwidth.
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Tamu Thomas · Women Who Work Too Much: Break Free from Toxic Productivity and Find Your Joy, Hay House, 2024. Chapter 2, p. 54
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We’ve been conditioned to treat ourselves like commodities, constantly extracting from our finite resources of time, energy, and emotional capacity in the hope that we will get a sense of worth, purpose, value, and community. The things that give our life meaning.
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Tamu Thomas · Women Who Work Too Much: Break Free from Toxic Productivity and Find Your Joy, Hay House, 2024. Introduction, p. 11
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Adrienne Maree Brown’s line about pleasure as a birthright is doing structural work here too. She’s saying: your rest, your delight, your slowness, your body’s actual preferences , these aren’t luxuries you have to earn by first proving your economic worth. They’re the conditions under which a human nervous system was designed to function. Anything less than these conditions is depletion in progress. The productivity culture has convinced a generation of driven women that this is normal. It isn’t. And you’re allowed to opt out.
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Overworking suspends you in a perpetual state of ‘not-enoughness’ that ravages your life-force energy. This is not an individual issue. It’s systemic.
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Tamu Thomas · Women Who Work Too Much: Break Free from Toxic Productivity and Find Your Joy, Hay House, 2024. Introduction, p. 14
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We are not machines. We are not on Earth to fulfill the desires of an abusive system via our exhaustion.
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Tricia Hersey · Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto
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Caring for your body, your psyche, and your soul is not optional. It’s essential to your health, sanity, happiness, and healing, and it is an essential part of being human.
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Resmaa Menakem · My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies, Central Recovery Press, 2017
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Being Known, Not Just Seen
Driven women are almost always seen. It’s a condition of the work. Visible in meetings, visible in performance reviews, visible on LinkedIn, visible at school pickup, visible to the people who count on them. The problem, the thing that shows up in my office over and over, isn’t visibility. It’s the specific loneliness of being highly seen and rarely known.
Being seen is about competence, performance, presentation. Being known is about the interior life. The tender parts. The parts that aren’t for public consumption. The parts that only surface, if they surface at all, when a woman is safe enough and tired enough and trusting enough to let them come forward. For most of the driven women I work with, the last time they were fully known was in an early friendship or a first love, decades before the executive polish set in. They can’t remember the last person they let all the way in.
Rachel, six months into our work, mentioned in passing that her closest friend had asked her at brunch how she was doing, and Rachel had said “great, honestly, moving through it” , and her friend had put down her fork and said, “Rachel. You look exhausted. I love you. Tell me what’s actually happening.” And Rachel, in her own words, “just started crying in the middle of the restaurant, and my friend didn’t try to fix it, she just took my hand and said okay, tell me.” That was the first time in years, Rachel said, that someone had asked past the polish. And it took a friend of eighteen years and a public setting to make it happen.
Being known is expensive. It requires the driven woman to let another person see the part of her that isn’t functional, isn’t optimized, isn’t presentable. And the training against this is deep. From childhood most driven women learned that love came in exchange for performance, that safety came from being useful, that visibility was survivable only if the interior remained hidden. Undoing that training is some of the slowest and most important work in adult therapy.
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What is that which can never die? It is that faithful force that is born into us, that one that is greater than us, that calls new seed to the open and battered and barren places so that we can be resown. It is this force in its insistence, in its loyalty to us, in its love of us, in its most often mysterious ways, that is far greater, far more majestic and far more ancient than any heretofore ever known.
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Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
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Pema Chödrön · The Places That Scare You
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She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
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Toni Morrison · Beloved
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Brené Brown’s work on vulnerability, which by now has been repeated so many times it barely registers, is doing something specific for driven women that’s often missed. She isn’t asking you to be more open in some general aspirational way. She’s naming that the alternative to vulnerability is not safety , it’s isolation dressed up as competence. The women who never let themselves be known aren’t safer. They’re lonelier. And the loneliness compounds the same way the exhaustion does.
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If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.
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Fred Rogers
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in our own ways we all break. it is okay to hold your heart outside of your body for days. months. years. at a time.
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Nayyirah Waheed · salt.
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People who are hurting don’t need avoiders, protectors, or fixers. What we need are patient, loving witnesses. People to sit quietly and hold space for us. People to stand in helpful vigil to our pain.
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Glennon Doyle · Carry On, Warrior
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It is not the honors and the prizes and the fancy outsides of life which ultimately nourish our souls. It’s the knowing that we can be trusted, that we never have to fear the truth, that the bedrock of our very being is good stuff.
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Fred Rogers
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Rilke’s letters keep getting quoted for a reason. He’s writing to a young poet, but he’s writing about intimacy , the willingness to protect and be protected by another person’s solitude rather than solving it. Most driven women haven’t been offered that. They’ve been offered admiration, or usefulness, or partnership-as-transaction. The kind of intimacy Rilke names is different. It’s the friend who put her fork down and said, “Rachel, tell me what’s actually happening.” It’s rare. And it’s medicine.
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I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it. I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
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Elizabeth Gilbert · Eat, Pray, Love
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Trauma isolates; the group re-creates a sense of belonging. Trauma shames and stigmatizes; the group bears witness and affirms. Trauma degrades the victim; the group exalts her. Trauma dehumanizes the victim; the group restores her humanity.
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Judith Herman · Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence. From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror, Basic Books, 1992. Chapter 11, p. 243
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The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
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Henri Nouwen · Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life, Ave Maria Press, 1974
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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
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Henri Nouwen · The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey, Doubleday, 1988
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You are not a burden. You are a human being with needs. That is not the same thing.
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Nedra Tawwab · Set Boundaries, Find Peace: A Guide to Reclaiming Yourself, TarcherPerigee, 2021
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The solidarity of a group provides the strongest protection against terror and despair, and the strongest antidote to traumatic experience.
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Judith Herman · Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence. From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror, Basic Books, 1992. Chapter 11, p. 243
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Light Through the Crack
Leonard Cohen’s line about the crack in everything is one of the most overused images in contemporary emotional discourse. It’s on posters and coffee mugs and it’s been sampled by every wellness account on Instagram, and for that reason a lot of driven women have stopped hearing it. Which is a loss, because underneath the commodification the line is doing something clinically precise.
The crack Cohen names isn’t damage. It’s structure. Every functioning human contains fractures and fissures and openings , places where the sealed, self-protective, driven surface has been broken by grief or love or illness or truth. Those breaks are not the problem. Those breaks are how anything gets in. Insight. Intimacy. Real change. The women I work with often show up believing their cracks are evidence of failure, and part of my job , sometimes for years , is helping them recognize the cracks as the conditions under which any actual life becomes possible.
Rachel, near the end of our first year, told me: “I used to think the fact that my marriage came apart meant I’d failed at something. Now I think it meant I’d finally let something be true. I don’t know if that’s better or worse. But it’s different. And I can breathe in this version of my life in a way I couldn’t breathe in the last one.” That’s what light through the crack sounds like on a Tuesday afternoon.
I keep returning to the work of Jennifer Freyd, PhD, the psychologist and researcher who coined the term “betrayal trauma” in her early work at the University of Oregon. Freyd’s central insight is one I’ve watched shape hundreds of clinical hours: that the wounds we carry from institutions and people we depended on for survival are different in kind, not just degree, from other wounds. Which means the light that eventually comes through those specific cracks is different too. It carries a knowing about human vulnerability that only a person who’s been betrayed by what she trusted can have. It isn’t a knowing anyone would choose. But it’s real, and it’s valuable, and it can , with adequate witness and time , become a form of clarity the pre-betrayed self simply didn’t have access to.
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There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
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Leonard Cohen · Anthem, from the album The Future, Columbia Records, 1992
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Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.
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Fred Rogers
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What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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T.S. Eliot · Little Gidding, in Four Quartets, Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1943
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Maya Angelou’s “still I rise” isn’t a triumphalist line, though it gets performed that way. Rise, in Angelou’s grammar, isn’t a single action. It’s a repeated one. She rises. And she keeps rising, over and over, in the face of the same weights, from the same low place. What she’s naming is durable, not decorative. It’s what actual survival looks like in an actual body over time.
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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
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Victor Hugo · Les Misérables, A. Lacroix, Verboeckhoven & Cie., 1862. Book V, Chapter 1 (trans. Charles E. Wilbour, 1862)
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I do not understand the mystery of grace. Only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.
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Anne Lamott
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Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing…
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Elizabeth Gilbert
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Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
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Rainer Maria Rilke · Letters to a Young Poet
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Ross Gay’s insistence on delight as a discipline is doing something the productivity culture cannot metabolize. He isn’t saying “cheer up.” He’s saying: the practice of noticing what is still working, still beautiful, still tender in the world isn’t optional. It’s the counterweight without which grief becomes ossified and hope becomes brittle. Rachel, this fall, started a “small delights” note in her phone. Two entries a day. Nothing important. The way the light hit her kitchen counter at 4:15. The particular satisfying click of her front-door lock. Not because it fixes anything. Because it teaches the nervous system that there’s still an “and.” There’s still the hard thing. And there’s this.
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Hope begins in the dark.
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Anne Lamott
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You can have the other words. Chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I’ll take grace. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’ll take it.
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Mary Oliver
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The hard season will split you through. Do not worry. You will bleed water. Do not worry. This is grief. Your face will fall out and down your skin and there will be scorching. But do not worry. Keep speaking the years from their hiding places. Keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you have died. Keep the rage tender. Because the soft season will come. It will come.
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Nayyirah Waheed · salt.
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The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows.
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Brené Brown
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There are feelings you haven’t felt yet. Give them time. They are almost here.
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Nayyirah Waheed · salt.
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Rachel isn’t unusual and she isn’t remarkable. She’s the median of the women I’ve worked with over fifteen years. Which means the light she’s found , through the crack, in the particular breaking of a particular marriage in a particular Tuesday-afternoon life , is available. It doesn’t require exceptional resilience. It doesn’t require you to be doing it right. It requires only that you keep breathing in the shape your life is actually taking, and let the people around you know a little more of what’s actually happening, and give your body the rest it’s been begging for, and stop treating your interior voice as a nuisance rather than a source. That’s it. That’s the whole practice. It’s small, and it’s slow, and it works.
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This world could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.
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Maggie Smith · Good Bones
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A Prayer: Refuse to fall down If you cannot refuse to fall down refuse to stay down If you cannot refuse to stay down lift your heart toward heaven and like a hungry beggar ask that it be filled. You may be pushed down. You may be kept from rising. But no one can keep you from lifting your heart toward heaven only you. It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says nothing good came of this, is not yet listening.
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés
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Progress through something traumatic, it’s not linear. It’s not like we go from unhealthy to healthy, failure to success. I think it’s all circular. You just come back around to the same pain, and the same loneliness. But each time you come around, you’re stronger from the climb.
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Glennon Doyle
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We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
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Joseph Campbell
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We cannot selectively numb emotions, when we numb the painful emotions, we also numb the positive emotions.
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Brené Brown
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When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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Wendell Berry · The Peace of Wild Things and Other Poems, Penguin, 2018
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People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
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Both/And: Hard Times Don’t Require a Silver Lining
One of the most damaging dichotomies in the interior lives of driven women is the demand that hard times mean something. That grief is a teacher. That pain is a portal. That everything happens for a reason. In some hands , Cheryl Strayed’s, for example, or Elizabeth Alexander’s , that framework does honest work. In most hands, especially in the wellness-industrial complex, it becomes a subtle form of gaslighting. It tells women who are suffering that their suffering has to justify itself by producing meaning, or growth, or a redemption arc. If it doesn’t, they’ve failed at healing.
I want to name a different framework, one I use constantly in the room with clients. Both/and. Not either/or.
Your marriage ended, and it’s teaching you something you couldn’t have learned any other way. Both are true. Your father died, and you’re relieved, and you’re devastated, and you didn’t know a person could hold that many contradictory feelings at once. All of those are true. Your career is falling apart in a way you didn’t choose, and there’s a small quiet part of you that’s grateful for the collapse because you couldn’t have chosen your way out of a job that was killing you. Both. Are. True.
The dominant culture teaches women, especially driven women, to collapse the contradictions. Pick a lane. Are you sad or are you okay. Are you grateful or are you angry. Are you moving on or are you stuck. This forced-choice framing is a violence. It’s a violence because the actual interior life of an actual grieving adult is not one thing at a time. It’s every thing, sometimes at once, sometimes in rapid succession, sometimes in configurations that don’t have names in English.
Rachel, eight months in, was navigating a Wednesday where her husband had asked to come by and pick up his last box of books. She sat with me and said, “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Because I was fine this morning. And now I’m sitting here about to see him and I’m devastated and I’m relieved and I’m furious with myself for still caring and I’m proud of myself for still caring because it means I loved him for real. What do I do with all of this?” I said, “Rachel. You don’t have to do anything with it. You just have to notice you’re feeling it. All of it. And that all of it is allowed.”
Both/and isn’t a coping mechanism. It’s the accurate map of adult interior life. Trauma-informed clinical practice, at its best, teaches driven women to hold contradictions without collapsing them into a single simplifying story. Because the collapsing is where the deeper harm happens. You can’t heal a wound you’re forcing into a false shape. You can only heal a wound by seeing it in its actual dimensions, with all of its actual complications, and letting it be what it is.
Hard times don’t require a silver lining. They don’t have to teach you something. They don’t have to produce a redemption narrative. Sometimes they just have to be gotten through, breath by breath, day by day, with adequate rest and adequate witness and adequate self-compassion, and the meaning-making, if it comes at all, comes later, on its own timeline, and looks nothing like what the Instagram version promised.
You’re allowed to hate what’s happening to you and to keep going through it with grace. Both. You’re allowed to grieve the life you thought you’d have and to like some things about the life you’re actually building. Both. You’re allowed to be exhausted and to still show up for the people who need you. Both. The quotes above name this. They refuse the false either/or. They insist on the truth of a full interior life, uncollapsed, held without needing to be neatened up for public consumption.
That’s what these 99 quotes, at their best, are actually offering. Not motivation. Not silver linings. Not the promise that this too shall pass. Something more useful, and quieter, and more honest: the truth of your actual experience, held by writers who refused to lie about theirs, and offered to you as evidence that your full complicated interior is not evidence of malfunction. It’s evidence of aliveness. And it’s allowed.
The Systemic Lens: Why Hard Times Hit Women Harder
Any honest account of hard times in the lives of driven women has to name the systems those women are moving through. Not to blame the systems for the individual’s suffering. Individual suffering has individual causes and individual textures. But to see accurately, we have to hold the personal wound alongside the structural forces that shaped the context in which the wound could happen.
Here’s what a systemic lens looks like, layered from macro to intimate.
At the level of terra firma , the ground under all of it , we’re living inside a late-capitalist economy that has externalized enormous amounts of labor onto women without adequately compensating any of it. Caregiving. Emotional labor. The invisible work of maintaining households and relationships and networks and community. When a driven woman collapses, the collapse is often read as personal , a burnout, a breakdown, a mental health issue. And sometimes it is. But underneath the personal collapse, there’s almost always a structural equation that stopped balancing years earlier. She’d been paying with hours and body and interior capacity for outcomes the culture kept demanding without kept-up compensation. The math finally caught up.
At the level of the proverbial house of life , the family, the marriage, the friendships, the parenting , we’re living inside inherited templates for gender and emotional labor that were built for a world that no longer exists. The driven woman is often the first woman in her family lineage to earn what she earns, lead what she leads, negotiate what she negotiates. There’s no template. Her mother wasn’t running a P&L; her grandmother wasn’t managing a team. And the intimate systems she’s inside , her marriage, her parenting, her friendships with women who’ve made different choices , are all working out, in real time, what it means to be a female adult in a world that keeps changing the rules mid-game.
And at the level of the upper floors , the specific rooms she moves through in her actual daily adult life , she’s absorbing dozens of small structural insults every week that individually seem negligible and collectively add up to something significant. The male colleague who takes credit for her idea. The parenting-labor calculus that assumes she’ll be the one to take the sick day. The friend who keeps unloading and doesn’t reciprocate. The mother who calls to complain and never asks how her daughter is doing. Each one is a small structural leak. Together they’re an unsustainable drain on a system that was already running low.
Naming the systemic doesn’t excuse individual behavior. Her husband is still responsible for how he showed up in the marriage. Her boss is still responsible for the toxic dynamics on the team. Her mother is still responsible for the intergenerational pattern she’s replicating. Systemic analysis doesn’t dissolve individual accountability. But it does something else clinically important: it removes the false shame of thinking the whole thing is her personal failing. It isn’t. It never was. She was navigating a specific set of impossible conditions with the tools she had, and the fact that she got as far as she did is a testament, not a mark against her.
Rachel, working through this framework in our sessions, said something that’s stayed with me: “I keep trying to figure out what I did wrong in my marriage. And you keep telling me the question isn’t fully personal. And I keep resisting that, because if it’s not fully personal, then I can’t fix it by trying harder, and trying harder is the only thing I know how to do.” I said, “That’s exactly right. Which is why the healing isn’t about trying harder. It’s about learning to see clearly. Both what was yours to carry and what was structural and never should have been on your shoulders in the first place.”
The quotes in this collection, at their best, do systemic work quietly. They come from women who noticed the structural , Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich, Toni Morrison, Adrienne Maree Brown , and named it. Not as excuse, but as accurate description. The naming is part of the medicine. Because a woman who understands what she was up against, structurally, tends to be gentler with herself about how the hard times unfolded. And gentler-with-self is one of the most reliable predictors of durable recovery I’ve watched over fifteen years of clinical work.
What Do You Say to Someone Going Through a Hard Time?
The shortest honest answer I can give, after fifteen years of watching this from the clinical seat: say very little, and mean it. The impulse most of us have , driven women especially , is to fix, to advise, to reframe, to offer perspective. Almost none of that is what a person in a hard time actually needs. What they need is for someone to sit with them, to not look away, to acknowledge the weight without trying to lift it, and to be reliably available in small ordinary ways over the weeks and months that follow. “I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m here. Tell me anything, or nothing.” That’s the whole script. And then you keep showing up. Not once, when it’s fresh. Continually, when everyone else has moved on and the person is still in the middle of it.
Why Do Quotes Help During Difficult Times?
Because language is one of the primary ways the nervous system organizes overwhelming experience. When a hard thing is happening, the sensations and feelings often outpace our ability to name what we’re going through , which is one reason why hard times can feel disorienting in a way that’s separate from being sad or angry. Reading a sentence written by someone who already went through this territory, who found words for what you’re carrying, offers a kind of neural handhold. It says: this experience is knowable. Someone else has been here. There’s a shape to what’s happening to you, even when it feels shapeless. That’s not a small thing. In trauma-informed work we’d call it “narrative reconsolidation” , but in plain terms, it’s what happens when a good sentence meets you exactly where you are and gives you a place to stand.
Short Quotes for When You’re Feeling Hopeless
Hopelessness is one of the most clinically serious states I encounter, and it deserves precise care. If you’re in a moment where hopelessness is edging toward something more dangerous , thoughts of self-harm, plans to end your life , please stop reading and call the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline, or text HOME to 741741. That’s not a hedged suggestion. That’s the correct next step, and there is no shame in taking it.
For the more ordinary form of hopelessness , the exhausted, dim, no-way-through variety that visits most of us at some point , I’ve collected short lines from writers who understood the terrain. They’re short because in the middle of hopelessness, long sentences can’t get through. They’re direct because indirection is another luxury that dark days can’t afford. And they’re honest about not fixing anything. Their job is to remind you you’re not alone in the tunnel. That’s all a good sentence has to do when a person is in the tunnel.
If any one of these lines is the one that lets you take the next breath, or make the phone call, or lie down, or get through the next hour , that’s the quote doing its work. You don’t have to feel better after reading it. You just have to still be here after reading it. That’s enough. That’s the whole task on the hopeless days.
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- Cloitre M, Stolbach BC, Herman JL, van der Kolk B, Pynoos R, Wang J, et al. A developmental approach to complex PTSD: childhood and adult cumulative trauma as predictors of symptom complexity. J Trauma Stress. 2009;22(5):399-408. doi:10.1002/jts.20444. PMID: 19795402.
- Payne P, Levine PA, Crane-Godreau MA. Somatic experiencing: using interoception and proprioception as core elements of trauma therapy. Front Psychol. 2015;6:93. doi:10.3389/fpsyg.2015.00093. PMID: 25699005.
- Reisz S, Duschinsky R, Siegel DJ. fearful-avoidant attachment and defense: exploring John Bowlby’s unpublished reflections. Attach Hum Dev. 2018;20(2):107-134. doi:10.1080/14616734.2017.1380055. PMID: 28952412.
- Bowlby J. Attachment and loss: retrospect and prospect. Am J Orthopsychiatry. 1982;52(4):664-678. doi:10.1111/j.1939-0025.1982.tb01456.x. PMID: 7148988.
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- Brown, Brené. Daring Greatly. Penguin Audio, 2012.
- Ainsworth, Mary D. Salter. Patterns of attachment. Erlbaum, 1978.
- Menakem, Resmaa. My grandmother’s hands. Penguin Books, Limited, 2017.
- Oliver, Mary. Devotions. Little, Brown Book Group Limited, 2017.
- Woodman, Marion. Addiction to perfection. Inner City books, 1982.
- Estés, Clarissa Pinkola. Women Who Run with the Wolves. Vintage, 1982.
- Angelou, Maya. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Random House, 1969.
- Whyte, David. The Heart Aroused. Random House Audio, 1995.
- Lorde, Audre. Sister Outsider. Penguin Classics, 1984.
- Morrison, Toni. Beloved. Random House Audio, 1987.
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