Quotes About Recovery

cure his patients' neuroses because 'the illness is itself the cure' and I could easily see how that would work with psychological symptoms.

Mark very much believed in exposing cracks to the air. He thought that was the only way anything started to heal.

I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly

His eyes were these bleak and empty abysses, like sockets. There was nothing there. The boy I thought I knew so well was gone. He looked so lost sitting there. I felt that old lurch, that gravitational pull, that desire to inhabit him—like wherever he was in this world, I would know where to find him, and I would do it. I would find him and take him home. I would take care of him, just like Susannah wanted.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen.

It took a long time for me to get better, but I did. I got better. But suddenly it's like the last four years never happened, and I'm feeling all the same terrible feelings about myself that I did back then.

I think that if I just delete him enough it will be like none of it ever happened, and my heart won't hurt so badly.

She'd mopped the floors that morning; they were shiny and everything smelled like lemons and clean house. The phone was ringing in the kitchen, she came running in to answer it, and she slipped. She hit her head on the floor, and she was unconscious, but then she woke up and she was fine. That was her lucid interval. That's what they call it. A little while later she said she had a headache, she went to lie down on the couch, and then she didn't wake up.

Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it's just like magic—but then it all settles and goes back to where it's supposed to be. Things have a way of settling back.

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I just need to burrow in my little hobbit hole for a while, and when I'm ready, I'll come out again and be all right.

He knows me well enough to know that I just need to burrow in my little hobbit hole for a while, and when I'm ready, I'll come out again and be all right.

Around three a.m. I throw away Peter's notes. I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly.

Sometimes he knew it was best to believe the stories you told yourself in order to get through a day. After all, didn't the cornerstone of sober living preach getting through life one day at a time?

Parents of recovered children, and I've met hundreds, all share the same experience of doubters and deniers telling us our child must have never even had autism or that the recovery was simply nature's course. We all know better, and frankly we're too busy helping other parents to really care.

Maybe it's becoming just a hotel again. Not the place where she stood, then sat, then knelt, palms turned down on the bedspread. Dear God, Dear Monster, Dear God, Dear Monster, she prayed that night, shaking like a junkie until the slow sun rose again.

My brother told me once that he missed drugs because they made the world stop calling to him.

Resting for me is fitness training.

La valeur d'un homme n'est pas dans la manière dont il tombe, mais dont il se relève !

Today, influenza kills fewer than 0.1 percent of those who catch it. Nearly everyone recovers. In the 1918 pandemic most still recovered, but the death rate was twenty-five times greater. So many died in the U.S. that the average life expectancy in 1918 fell from fifty-one to thirty-nine years.

Instead I saw a fresh colostomy bag hanging from the side of his belly, "SHIT HAPPENS" written on the plastic in black felt-tip.

Give me a second to put on something a little less Almost Got Killed In.

Borderline individuals are the psychological equivalent of third-degree burn patients. They simply have, so to speak, no emotional skin. Even the slightest touch or movement can create immense suffering."1