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“Forgive yourself. For being broken. For being you. For thinking those are things that you need forgiveness for.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Becoming your own friend means taking care of yourself the way you would someone that you love. And that’s hard. But it is necessary.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Only monsters call when they could text.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“People without depression won’t understand that, but the fatigue of mental illness makes your very body a prison.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I have struggled with anxiety for as long as I can remember. When I was young I thought it would pass as I got older, and when I was older I thought it would pass when I was successful, and when I was successful I thought that it was hopeless because even when everything was going right I was still wrong.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“It’s weird because we often try to present our fake, shiny, happy selves to others and make sure we’re not wearing too-obvious pajamas at the grocery store, but really, who wants to see that level of fraud? No one. What we really want is to know we’re not alone in our terribleness. We want to appreciate the failure that makes us perfectly us and wonderfully relatable to every other person out there who is also pretending that they have their shit together and didn’t just eat that onion ring that fell on the floor. Human foibles are what make us us, and the art of mortification is what brings us all together.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“My doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be fine no matter what,â€� he said. “You don’t let your pain go to waste.â€� It’s the strangest compliment I’ve ever been given. I hold it to my chest on dark days. I wear it as a shield when the fear creeps in â€� the fear of getting worse and the fear of getting better. I think this is what hope feels like.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I think many of us struggle with the thought that it’s okay to take care of ourselves, and it’s strange that it’s a struggle to treat ourselves as kindly as we treat the dog. The dog needs walks and healthy choices and water and play and sleep and naps and bacon and more naps. And love. I need that too. And so do you. It’s not just a gift we give to ourselves â€� it’s a duty.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Right now, as you read this, you are alone, you gorgeous solitary creature. But I am with you. We share this paragraph and these words, and even if you don’t agree with me you are listening and we have connected in small and large ways. And in that way we are not alone. We are together. And in a way that doesn’t even require you to put on pants.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“My personal beasties are ugly and ridiculous and they weigh me down and are exhausting to carry around. Sometimes it feels like they are larger than I am. They are destructive and baffling and ungainly. And yet. And yet, there is something wonderful in embracing the peculiar and extraordinary monsters that make us unique. There is joy in accepting the curious and erratic beasts that force us to see the world in new ways. And there is an uncanny sort of fellowship that comes when you recognize the beasties that other people carry with them and the battles we are all fighting even when they seem invisible to the rest of the world. We all have these monsters, I suspect, although they come from different places and have different names and causes. But what we do with them makes a difference. And, whenever I can, I take mine out in the sun and try to appreciate that the flowers it rips up from the garden can sometimes be just as lovely when stuck in the teeth of its terrible mouth. Embrace your beasties. Love your awkwardness. Enjoy yourself. Celebrate the bizarreness that is you because, I assure you, you are more wondrous than you can possibly imagine â€� monsters and all.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I have managed to fuck shit up in shockingly, impressive ways and still be considered a fairly acceptable person.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Nothing lasts forever. The good and the bad.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I’m not sure what the difference is between sleeping and time travel.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“We are broken. We are healing. It never ends. And, if you look at it in just the right light, it is beautiful.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I used the word “genitalsâ€� too much in this chapter so I went on Twitter to ask what a gender-neutral word for junk was and I got three hundred responses in ten minutes without a single person’s questioning why I was asking. A few of my favorites that I didn’t get to share earlier: “niblets,â€� “nethers,â€� “naughty bits,â€� “no-no zone,â€� “squish mittens,â€� “Area 51,â€� “the danger zone,â€� “the south 40,â€� “the situationâ€� (with a suggested circular hand motion near said area), “the Department of the Interior,â€� “crotchal region,â€� “fandanglies,â€� “groinulars,â€� “groinacopia,â€� “my hoopty,â€� “my bidness,â€� “my chamber of secrets,â€� “my charcuterie,â€� “front butt,â€� “privy parts,â€� “private parts,â€� “pirate partsâ€� (which I suspect was a typo but now I’m embracing it), and my personal favorite, “the good china.â€� This is exactly why I love the Internet. That and the fact that it’s where those fancy dictionary robots that yell “cockchaferâ€� at each other live. The Internet is a goddamn wonderland, y’all.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“If one day I look at you and don’t remember who you are or how much you mean to me, know that your importance is still as real then as it is now. Know that you are locked away someplace safe. Know that the me who loved you is still sitting on that beach, forever feeling the sunlight. And know that I’m okay with not having that memory right now, because the me that holds it tight is keeping it safe and uncorrupted and glorious. And she loves you. And I do too. Remember that.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“It might be all in my head, but that’s where I keep all my crazy, so that makes sense.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“The world feels safer somehow if we share our pain. It becomes more manageable. And by sharing our pain, we inspire others to share theirs. We are so much less alone if we learn to wear our imperfections proudly, like tarnished jewelry that still shines just as brightly.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Follow your doctor’s orders. For me that means antidepressants and behavioral therapy. Exercise thirty minutes a day, six days a week. Get sunlight, or if you can’t, use light therapy. Do not overuse your light therapy lamp even though you want to. Treat yourself like you would your favorite pet. Plenty of fresh water, lots of rest, snuggles as needed, allow yourself naps. Avoid negativity. That means the news, people, movies. It will all be there when you’re healthy again. The world will get on without your seeing it. Forgive yourself. For being broken. For being you. For thinking those are things that you need forgiveness for. Those terrible things you tell yourself? Can you imagine if the person you love most were telling themselves those things? You’d think they were crazy. And wrong. They think the same about you. Those negative things you are thinking are not rational. Remember that depression lies and that your brain is not always trustworthy. Give yourself permission to recover. I’m lucky that I can work odd hours and take mental health days but I still feel shitty for taking them. Realize that sometimes these slow days are necessary and healthy and utterly responsible. Watch Doctor Who. Love on an animal. Go adopt a rescue, or if you can’t, go to the shelter and just snuggle a kitten. Then realize that that same little kitten that you’re cradling isn’t going to accomplish shit but is still wonderful and lovely and so important. You are that kitten. Get up. Go brush your teeth. Go take a hot shower. If you do nothing else today just change into a new pair of pajamas. It helps. Remember that you are not alone. There are crisis lines filled with people who want to help. There are people who love you more than you know. There are people who can’t wait to meet you because you will teach them how unalone they are. You are so worthy of happiness and it will come.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Someone once told me that the difference between introverts and extroverts is that introverts recharge by being alone (like any normal person) and extroverts recharge by being with others (like vampires).”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“LIFE IS LIKE RIDING A BICYCLE â€� It’s hard and sweaty and surprisingly tough on your genitals. Also, you’re going to fall a lot.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I didn't fail in responding to past treatments...those treatments failed to work for me.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I’m not joking, but we still laugh because laughter is the best way to cover pain.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“You are killing me. You are shaming me. You are standing in the way of the health and happiness of so many of us. And you are making money while standing on our backs and telling us how much we don't need the things that keep us alive.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“It’s easy to say that suicide caused by mental illness is selfish. And it is. But not in the way that you think. It’s not the person being selfish by taking the easy way out. It’s the disease itself that is selfish. It steals away the very essence of you and leaves terrible lies in its place. It takes the logic that is true and twists it so that you can’t see things that are rational and real. That depression lies to you. You recognize these lies when you are sane or stable or balanced, but when you are in the depths of a depression they seem real.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“If I had a nickel for every time I hypocritically felt better about myself for not being one of those other hypocritical people who self-righteously brag about being better than other people who aren’t as enlightened as they are, I’d probably have enough money to actually fix some of the things that none of us are really doing anything meaningful about.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Human foibles are what make us us, and the art of mortification is what brings us all together.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Sometimes my anxiety gets hard in ways that you might not expect. If you struggle with anxiety, you probably know this feeling, the paralysis. I get stuck and suddenly it’s been days since I replied to people on the internet and the pressure gets worse and I panic that people I haven’t responded to are mad at me, so I ignore their emails and I don’t look at my DMs or my texts and I don’t answer my phone or listen to voicemails, because if I just wait until my mind gets better, maybe I can deal with this then, but I don’t, because it doesn’t. And instead, I look at those unopened emails from my friends and family and colleagues until I have memorized the subject lines by heart and I think about how strange it is that they probably think I’m ignoring them when, in fact, I am utterly haunted by them.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“It steals away the very essence of you and leaves terrible lies in its place. It takes the logic that is true and twists it so that you can’t see things that are rational and real. That depression lies to you. You recognize these lies when you are sane or stable or balanced, but when you are in the depths of a depression they seem real. When I’m in that hole I remind myself that my brain is lying and that I’ll realize that fully when I recover. And I do.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken