Quotes by Jenny Lawson

A friend is someone who knows where all your bodies are buried. Because theyre the ones who helped you put them there.And sometimes, if youre really lucky, they help you dig them back up.

When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as survivors. Survivors who don’t get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it. Survivors who wake to more work than before because their friends and family are exhausted from helping them fight a battle they may not even understand. I hope to one day see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle, and as a celebration of the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.

Even the ugliest persons cellulite is more attractive than the most beautiful supermodels lower intestine. Id put that on a T-shirt but probably Mark Twain already said it.

YOU’RE READING. That’s what the sexy people do.

Its like I have a sensor in my head, but she works on a seven-second delay... well-meaning, but perpetually about seven seconds too late to actually do anything to stop the horrific avalanche of shit-you-shouldnt- say-out-loud-but-I-just-did.

No. I can’t have sex with you today because there aren’t enough spoons.

Brains are like toddlers. They are wonderful and should be treasured, but that doesnt mean you should trust them to take care of you in an avalanche or process serotonin effectively.

I sometimes get hassled for using the term fat but I also use the term crazy to describe myself and Im fine with that because Im taking those words back. Im also taking sexy back because, frankly, Justin Timberlake has had it too long and he doesnt even need it.

When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive.

I’ve often thought that people with severe depression have developed such a well for experiencing extreme emotion that they might be able to experience extreme joy in a way that “normal” people also might never understand, and that’s what FURIOUSLY HAPPY is all about.

Brains are like toddlers. They are wonderful and should be treasured, but that doesn’t mean you should trust them to take care of you in an avalanche or process serotonin effectively.

I am furiously happy. Its not a cure for mental illness...its a weapon, designed to counter it. Its a way to take back some of the joy thats robbed from you when youre crazy.

I can tell you that Just cheer up is almost universally looked at as the most unhelpful depression cure ever. Its pretty much the equivalent of telling someone who just had their legs amputated to just walk it off.

Even when everythings going your way you can still be sad. Or anxious. Or uncomfortably numb. Because you cant always control your brain or your emotions even when things are perfect.

Its true, I did say I wanted girlfriends, I capitulated hesitantly, but couldnt we start with something smaller and less terrifying? Like maybe spend a weekend at a crack house? I heard those people are very nonjudgmental, and if you accidentally say something offensive you can just blame it on their hallucinations.

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesntactually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in yourmind?

No, I replied testily. Im pretty sure digital is Latin for fingeral, so finger cancer equals digital cancer. This is all basic anatomy, Dr. Roland. The Dr. Roland told me that he thought I was overreacting, and the fingeral wasnt even a real word. Then I told him that I though he was underreacting, probably because hes embarrassed that he doesnt know how Latin works. Then he claimed that underrecating isnt a word either. The man has a terrible bedside manner.

Or the woman in front of me in the security line who asked if they would put her cat, Dave, through the luggage X-ray machine because she wanted to see if hed eaten a necklace.

strangers seem uncomfortable when you question them about their childhood. But really, what else are you going to talk about in line at the liquor store? Childhood trauma seems like the natural choice, since it’s the reason why most of us are in line there to begin with.

I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a childhood that was _not_ like mine. I have no real frame of reference, but when I question strangers Ive found that their childhood generally had much less blood in it, and also that strangers seem uncomfortable when you question them about their childhood. But really, what else are you going to talk about in line at the liquor store? Childhood trauma seems like the natural choice, since its the reason why most of us are in line there to begin with.