"Buy flowers -- or if you are poor, steal one from someone's garden; the world owes you that much at least: a blossom -- and put them at the end of the bed. When you wake, look at them, and tell yourself you are the kind of person who wakes up and sees flowers. This stops your first thought being, "I fear today. Today is the day maybe I cannot survive anymore," which I know is what you would otherwise think. Thinking about blossoms before you think about terror is what girls must always do, in the Bad Years." --