Quotes About Recovery

A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.

You're sitting at home in a cast or a boot and it's tough, because all you've got is negative thoughts going through your head. Once you start to move and run a little bit, the confidence comes back, and then it's just a matter of time before you come back to be yourself.

One of my first thoughts I had when I started considering the mastectomy was, 'What am I going to look like?' And then, 'What will my husband think?'

I know that I am a lucky guy. I know that after an accident like the one I had, you know, only one guy out of a thousand can really go back home and still live. And I am that one. So I am totally aware of that.

A thousand restaurants close every month. They re-open, and that's good for America. Nobody's rescuing them. They employ people, too. If we let them go bankrupt, the factories don't go away, the creative people don't go away. They get employed more productively by others.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

So men's will to recovery strove against the drifting wilderness to halt and tame it; but the wilderness might slip from their hands

I was completely nuts for most of my life.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

The other thing I remember about the earlier and more active stages of my illness is having a black panther under my bed. After a while it was discovered that I was simply hallucinating as the result of too much arsenic in the medicine I was being given; but at the time it must have been even more terrifying for my parents than it was for me.

I wasn't schizophrenic. I wasn't bi-polar. I wasn't dealing with long-term mental illness. I was a sensitive artistic-type who'd been through severe trauma and needed immediate help.

But I'm back again! said Nora With a Monumental Crash

away, but he swung back

For answer, he threw off the covers, swung his legs over the edge of the high bed, reached for the floor with his bare feet, and stood up tottering. Then he fell forward onto his knees, his head swinging loose, slack as a killed buck.

He was recovering his style, or whatever it was that kept him upright and made him interesting to women. On the shooting level he was a bum, as useless as a cat in a dogfight. But he had his own feline dignity, even with his hands up.

Your brother lost his leg in a tragic bass fishing accident.

Uh, I just had an operation last March which was rather serious and I'm recuperating now. I'm on a very bland diet. But, uh, I'm lucky, I was just lucky, that's all.

When our computers overload we know to switch them off and boot them up again a bit later. Why can't we do that to ourselves without feeling like a failure?

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill, let yourself fall ill.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Catching a cold is your body's way of saying, "Bitch, you need to sit yo' ass down.

Now I know why they call sick people by the word 'patient'. The patient has to have patience. Wait and wait and wait and not lose hope" -Ruthie

This is a book which I would recommend to anyone who is walking through the pain of abuse. A book of courage in the face of overwhelming odds; a book which will touch your heart and give you hope.

I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.