Quotes About Recovery

the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

Be careful what you give up...because eventually, you get it back any way you can.

Hay muchas maneras de poner a secar una caja de cerillos húmeda, pero puede estar segura de que tiene remedio

The time it took to prepare didn't matter, because there is no such thing as wasted time in the kitchen--rather that is where we go to recover lost time.

Those hands had rescued her from horror and she would never forget it.

Apparently having your girlfriend get shot in the head and Life Flighted away takes its toll on a guy. Imagine that? I told him it was no biggie, but he's been kind of edgy about it.

And I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to be someone who makes it through

Stop what? Cheering you up? Or is life supposed to stop because you did something horrible? I'll tell you the real horrible truth, Anita. No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself. And I don't see you doing that.

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

There is some comfort in killing that which has hurt you, but it is cold comfort. It'll destroy things inside of you that the original pain wouldn't have harmed. Sometimes it's not a question of whether a piece of your soul is going to go missing, only which piece it's going to be.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you'll just let it happen. (Marianne)

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

Yeah, I'm just a medical marvel, and I'm taking my marvelous ass home.

Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?

Your first lover gets a piece of your heart until you have enough therapy to take it back.

I guess we never really get rid of the broken pieces; we heal, but the scar tissue stays to remind us of what happened.

there was still a part of me that kept waiting for it all to go to hell. At least I'd stopped poking at it and trying to break it myself, that was a step up. Let's hear it for therapy and smart friends who intervened when I fell back into old destructive habits.

The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don't go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.

You can experience trauma without getting stuck as the victim forever. You can choose to work the shit and rebuild yourself, or you can sit in the ruins and mourn forever.

Our hearts are like starfish, regenerating what we've lost. We move forward, regroup, reconfigure; people find ways to be happy.

Death smashes a crater into your life, and you're left alone to sort through the rubble.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.