Quotes About Recovery

Daima bir f?rt?na ç?kar, seni yere savurur ve mecburen yeniden baÅŸlars?n.

When you've finished with a book, it's as if your innermost self has been ransacked, and all you want is to regain distance, return to being whole.

Te fuiste sin llevarte nada, entregaste la casa a un hostelero sin escrúpulos. Abandonaste todo y todo se ha perdido. -Nada se ha perdido si nos hemos encontrado.-Leonora tiembla pero Max no la escucha.

After a few days, the physical symptoms passed. Inside my soul, I still felt like I had fallen off the end of the conveyor belt, but I was able to ear, read, swim, and hold my face together such that I wasn't constantly staring at people with the stricken eyes of death.

At the T stop, I stared fixedly ahead, as tears streamed down my face, and my nasal passages shut down. Was this the "work" you had to do? Was I getting better?

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things considered, I can't complain.

After life is bent, torn, exploded, there are shattered pieces that do not heal for years, if at all. What is left are scars and something else—shame, I suppose, shame for letting it all continue.

America's greatest strength, and its greatest weakness, is our belief in second chances, our belief that we can always start over, that things can be made better.

Its even pleasant to be sick when you know that there are people who await your recovery as they might await a holiday.

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.

Convocando a la Literatura para que supla aquello que se ha perdido

A person whose heart gets broken does find in compensation own mind opened.

Crook and crafty animals like Wolf , Jackal, Fox, Hyena get ill mostly on holidays and weekends, nobody sees them taking pill and yet virus effect on them gets nil within a week only and then they all appear to thrill and chill on hill.

Mama paused. "Sometimes, your soul looks back and wonders how you got over.

Bruises heal more quickly than emotional scars do.

If left untreated, depression can become serious. It can rob people from many hours of effective functioning—and sometimes rob them of life itself. At any given time, it is estimated that up to 20 percent of the population have disturbed daily functioning due to clinical depression. If you find yourself in this category and have experienced any of these symptoms for longer than two weeks, seek professional help.

Lethargics are to be laid in the light, and exposed to the rays of the sun for the disease is gloom.

The day his dad didn't come home, it was like a huge window over their heads had shattered, and every day they were walking through the broken pieces. Nothing fit together. Nothing made sense or seemed connected to anything else, and every step hurt. Maybe in Lichport he'd find a missing shard or two that would help him start piecing things back together.

sleep is profoundly intertwined with virtually every aspect of brain health. Lack of sleep over time can lead to an irreversible loss of brain cells—yet another debunking of the myth that sleep debt can be made up.

Rob yourself of sleep and you'll find you do not function at your personal best.

Så kom en til meg. En med vakkert hjerte og et vakkert smil. Hun tok med i hånden og ledet meg ut porten. Hun sa: Du kan jo nesten ikke gå, gutten min – hva har de gjort med deg der inne? Og sammen gikk vi ut i verden, og skrittene mine skalv. Men jeg lærte å snakke – litt etter litt kom ordene tilbake i guttens munn. Og jeg fylte dem med sang. Og meget smerte lå skjult bak denne sangen.