Sara Barnard Quotes & Sayings

I decide this is just A Bad Day. We all get them, because grief doesn't care how many years it's been. — Sara Barnard

But people we love come and go, Caddy. That doesn't mean we loved them any less at the time. — Sara Barnard

People in pain can be very self-destructive. And sometimes they pull in the people who are close to them, often without realizing. — Sara Barnard

Panic attacks are a lot like being drunk in some ways, you lose self-control. You cry for seemingly no reason. You deal with the hangover long into the next day. — Sara Barnard

I was sixteen, and I honestly believed that I was due a love story. — Sara Barnard

I want the world, I think. Even if it scares me. — Sara Barnard

Everyone says apologizing works, but it never really does. Not quickly enough anyway. — Sara Barnard

Even when you see it coming, there's no avoiding the inevitable. — Sara Barnard

There is no enough.' Tarin flicked her indicator on, the clicking noise filling the car as she merged on to the motorway. 'You seem to be forgetting that she's in a clinical facility getting professional help. Which is great, obviously. Let them worry about how to deal with depression. You're going to visit your friend, remember? Yes, she's a patient, but she's not your patient. So for God's sake, don't treat her like one. — Sara Barnard

Someone like you is brilliant and amazing.' I said. 'Why can't you see that in yourself?' The unfairness of it was starting to sink in. If she could only see herself like I did, there wouldn't be a problem. But she didn't, and she never would, and that was so many levels of wrong and unfair I almost couldn't comprehend it. — Sara Barnard

How to look after your very drunk friend
Step 1: Find her in the bathroom, slumped against the towel rack

Step 2: Ask her if she needs to be sick. Try not to get offended when she yells that she's NOT DRUNK

Step 3: Tell her it's fine when she apologises, bursts into tears and then falls asleep on your shoulder.

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Step 6: Root around in her front pocket for her keys. Make a joke about inappropriate touching. Laugh when she earnestly tells you that you could touch her anywhere, because nothing's inappropriate when you're best friends.

Step 7: Write it down so you can mock her with it tomorrow, and for the rest of time.

Step 8: Tell her mother that yes, you both had a great time. Pour two glasses of water, carry them both up the stairs (Make her go first, so you can catch her if she trips) — Sara Barnard

With lightning, you're never really sure if that's what it was; it's just a flash. Thunder, you know. You feel it.'
'You can keep your quiet thunder. I'll keep the exciting lightning. — Sara Barnard

Here are three separate but similar things: shyness, introversion and social anxiety. You can have one, two or all three of these things simultaneously. A lot of the time people thing they're all the same thing, but that's just not true. Extroverts can be shy, introverts can be bold, and a condition like anxiety can strike whatever kind of social animal you are.

Lots of people are shy. Shy is normal. A bit of anxiety is normal. Throw the two together, add some brain-signal error - a NO ENTRY sign on the neural highway from my brain to my mouth perhaps, though no one really knows - and you have me. — Sara Barnard

It's total bullshit. I hate it when people make sadness all deep and beautiful and, like- profound. That's the word it's not profound. It's not beautiful. It sucks. It sucks balls. I think it makes non-sad people feel better. Like, they think if must be a good thing to be sad, because you're getting all this insight into real life and pain or whatever. Like how people say tears are like rain. Fuck off. Tears are just tears and they make your eyes hurt and they won stop when you want them to and ugh you get all those arty photos of girls crying - it's always girls, have you noticed?- and it's so beautiful and tasteful and moving. When the reality is your face goes all blotchy and your nose runs and you can taste it every time you breathe'
'Taste what?'
'It. Pain. Sadness. I'm just saying that sadness isn't beautiful and if it looks that way, it's a lie. — Sara Barnard

And then it happens. The panic. It's slow at first, creeping through the cracks in my thoughts until everything starts to feel heavy. It builds; it becomes something physical that clutches at my insides and squeezes out the air and the blood. — Sara Barnard

She was crazy, and she was unpredictable, but she was also generous and open-hearted and like no friend I'd ever had before. — Sara Barnard

Little victories are everything in a world where worst-case scenarios are on an endless loop in your head — Sara Barnard