Quotes About Recovery

Rebuilding of the self in and after depression requires love, insight, work, and, most of all, time.

Mental illness is real illness

Rebuilding of the self in and after depression requires love, insight, work, and, most of all, time. Diagnosis

Therapy allows a person to make sense of the new self he has attained on medication, and to accept the loss of self that occurred during a breakdown. You need to be reborn after a severe episode, and you need to learn the behaviors that may protect against relapse. You need to run your life differently from how you ran it before.

I guess being depressed all the time was actually a relatively safe place to be. I didn't have the real-world worries that everyone else has because I knew that I simply couldn't function well enough to take care of myself. What do I do now? Trying to break the habits of years of depression is what I'm doing for the moment with my doctor.

No one can do anything but beg for help (if he can do even that) at the lowest depths of a major depression, but once the help is provided, it must also be accepted.

You say that you really don't want to get sick again. But wellness is still, in this area, associated not with achieving control of your problem, but with discontinuation of medication: "Well, I sure hope you get off sometime soon," they say.

Returning from distress by gradual degrees gives sense to affliction itself.

In the United States, 150,000 people with schizophrenia are homeless; one in five people with schizophrenia is homeless in any given year.

Beatrix is kneeling beside him, fanning his face. 'Are you okay, Boris?' says Beatrix. 'Never felt better!' says Boris, suddenly leaping up and stretching out to his full height.

And let me tell you - carrying sad memories will wear you out. You've got to put them down walk away. Do whatever you must to put emotional space between yourself and your past. That's the only way you're going to make it through.

Me and Butchy sit in front of the TV and watch another church fall down in flames. Flames that I can feel sitting a thousand miles away. Flames that I will feel long after the TV is turned off. Flames and the looks on the faces of people watching their churches burn down—burning hot into the night, burning dark when the morning comes up.

The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.

With her children in the backyard, and her foot taped, Grace stands at the kitchen counter with a pencil and a pad of paper. She knows from long experience that sometimes a list is the only way from one side to the other.

Healing wasn't always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that.

Bouncing is for balls. -Tibby Rollins

She fell suddenly and deeply asleep. A reaction to the shock, she thought later. It was as if a fuse had blown. She needed to escape.

We were not criminals. We're mothers. The difference was I was not an authenticated mother. I was an illegal mother. I was a denied mother. And I had to come home and live my life after being robbed of my child. It's as if I was an unwilling accomplice to the kidnapping of my own child. So you have to live with the trauma of losing your child and then you have to live with the trauma of knowing you didn't stop it. How do you do that?

That even in grief, we must take tentative steps back into the world. That even in grief, we must eat. And that when we share that food with others, we are reclaiming those broken bits of our lives, holding them out as if to say, I am still here. Comfort me. As if with each bite, we remember how it is to live.

Josh's arm was in a cast, and his face was covered with bruises. Mr. Freeman had a large bandage on his forehead, and Mrs. Freeman was on crutches. They looked as if the world had defeated them.

At this point I was just hoping he wasn't going to be scarred for life.

Please get better, Danielle.

The Baby-sitters Club was (almost) back to normal.

I know I am sick, I just thought I was better.