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“I am a bad risk,�� I said, sighing with acceptance. He was silent for a minute. “You are a bad risk,�� he agreed, nodding as he looked up at the stars. “But one I’m happy to take.�� And as I breathed in the night air I thought of the struggle and the glory and the sadness and celebration and mystery that still lay ahead of me. And I said, “Me too.�� And it was the truth.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I remind myself that my eyes are working differently than most people’s right now. Being in the dark too long will do that to you. And sometimes there’s a small blessing in that.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I don’t remember how to feel like I did before. I know it will pass. I remind myself it will pass. It’s like reminding myself that I don’t need to breathe when I’m underwater. My body doesn’t believe it. My head doesn’t either. But my past says it will pass. And my past has never lied the way depression lies to me, so I take a deep breath and keep moving forward, even though I’ve forgotten where I was going.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“And sometimes it is small and sometimes it is big, but always it is hard. And always it is worth it.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Surviving mortification makes you stronger and more resilient because you have no other choice but to move on. Either you can let it eat at you, or you can celebrate it and bring joy to someone else who will cringe and giggle like mad along with you. Accidentally making shit awkward is such a familiar, vulnerable, and underrated accomplishment.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“First date. Never eaten pistachios before. Crunched into a handful, shell and all. Pretended that’s how I preferred them. ~FALLENPIXEL”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“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.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Whenever something truly mortifying happens, you have a choice. You can let it haunt you for the rest of your life or you can celebrate it, as today’s awkward moment is tomorrow’s fantastic story.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“This morning I was writing about brussel sprouts and spellcheck told me they’re actually “brussels sprouts.�� With an S. Like they’re from Brussels? Because I’m in my forties and I just now figured that out. My whole life has been a lie.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I just realized that the order of the alphabet is completely random. It’s not in alphabetical order because that was invented after the randomness of the alphabet, so how did we decide that this was the order of the alphabet? Are other languages�� alphabets in the exact same order? WHO STARTED THIS?”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Fuck the people who make you feel bad for glorifying the odd behavior and questionable decisions that make you who you are.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“In some ways it’s a relief to feel the pain of coming rains. It assures me that the storms in my head are real too. And that they will, as well, pass in time. I wonder if there’s a weather pattern for depression. A barometric pressure for anxiety. A bad wind for sleeplessness and fear. I wonder why I’m so much rain in bones and fog in thought.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I think that we tend to judge ourselves by the parties we attend or the trips we take or the selfies we post �� the ones where we don’t look happy enough, so we take them again and again until we have that perfect forced pose that we hope shows strangers that we are not as alone as we fear we are.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I can still afford the expensive medications and doctors�� bills and there are a lot of people who can’t. I’m lucky. I could be sicker. I could be dead. I could be dead. I wrote that twice because I’m saying it with two different emotions. One where I’m so grateful to be alive and another sneakier, terrible thought where I realize that if I do die I’ll get some rest. That’s fucked up. I know it. And as soon as it hits my mind I shoo it away because I know it’s the depression, but this is a place for honesty, so there it is.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“My point is, don’t let other people set your expectations for what is or isn’t important in life, because so often the best moments are the ridiculous laughter at funerals or the mundane but lovely conversations with family or the unexpected friends you make in prison.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“After all, we are changed by life �� it puts its teeth in us, it leaves its handprints and marks and scars on us. And as much as we try to ignore those things, in the end they make us who we are. For good or for bad, we are changed and touched and broken and mended and scarred. And those marks (inside and out) tell a story. They tell our story. Sometimes we hide them away, those injuries done by others (or, worse, by ourselves). We conceal them up our sleeves or jammed deep into pockets. We try to pretend that they never hurt at all. But it’s a strange and meaningless action. Anyone who has lived would almost certainly understand and maybe even reveal their own hidden defects they’ve been hiding from the world as well. 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

“Here's a question: what do people like even better than cocaine? Fried food.

And what do they like even more than fried food? Sticks.

You know what's never been thought of? Fried cocaine on a stick.

Y'all, we are gonna be zillionaires.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I wonder what would happen if I tried the same reasoning on you.

'I have received your insurance premium invoice. My conclusion is this fee is not financially appropriate for you. It is my decision that you should be paid in bags of rocks deposited directly on your testicles. You may appeal this decision by screaming and hitting your head against a brick wall until you get tired, then read this letter again because I'm not fucking listening.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“You can fly.

But only metaphorically. You can not actually fly. I don't care how much PCP you've had, get off the roof, you idiot.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I will probably feel my best only after I've been dead for 6 months.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I told Victor that we had to leave immediately, because I had accidentally kicked someone who was pooping.

'Why would you do that?' he asked.

I considered explaining the meaning of the word "accidentally" to Victor, but I was too freaked out. And so instead, I said, 'I just kicked someone with the ghost of my foot, and now we have to leave.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I have more tools now than ever, and that helps, but sometimes the only thing that I accomplish in a day is just surviving. It’s both an amazing achievement and also tinged with shame, as you see others who seem to whiz past you as you barely tread water. Maybe they’re treading water too. You can’t tell. You’re just trying to breathe.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“The problem is that depression is my forever side dish to any period of convalescence and illness, and depression lies. It tells you that you are worthless. That life was never good. That you are a drain on the world and that it will only get worse.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“It’s the whole world. It’s every terrible thing that happens in the universe that I feel like I need to speak out about but then don’t because fear stops me. Then I fear that inaction. I fear that my silence is equal to agreement with terrible things. I fear when I do speak out that I’ve done so inelegantly, or wrongly, or that I’ve made things worse. That it’s not my place to speak or that it’s not my place to be silent.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“And I will always use two spaces after a period even though it’s a clear sign that I’m over forty because that’s how people who learned to type on weighty, horrible honest-to-Jesus typewriters were taught and if I stop it’s like pissing on the grave of my seventh-grade typing teacher.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I suppose it makes sense in a terrible sort of way. After all, we are changed by life �� it puts its teeth in us, it leaves its handprints and marks and scars on us. And as much as we try to ignore those things, in the end they make us who we are. For good or for bad, we are changed and touched and broken and mended and scarred. And those marks (inside and out) tell a story. They tell our story.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. —LEONARD COHEN”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Sometimes I think you want me dead, but the truth isn't so absolute. You just don't care for me to live.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“I live with two extroverts, which is helpful in that they keep me from becoming a complete hermit but also terrible because they have no concept of the utter emotional and physical exhaustion that comes from living in a world that is too peoply.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken

“Life is full of these moments that are supposed to be amazing but end up being questionable at best. I often wonder if it’s because we build them up as being so important and so they can never measure up. I think that’s part of it, but honestly I suspect that the people who made up all the milestones that are supposed to be important are psychopaths.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken