Quotes About Recovery

If you're a real alcoholic or addict, you will stop using some day; it's better to be alive when it happens.

Dope never helped anybody sing better or play music better or do anything better. All dope can do for you is kill you - and kill you the long, slow, hard way. And it can kill the people you love right along with you.

Thus our dignity consists in thought. It is on thought that we must depend for our recovery, not on space and time, which we could never fill. Let us then strive to think well; that is basic principle of morality. (54)

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

Chase realized that when someone he was drinking with was telling him that he was drinking too much and that he needed to get his act together, then he was bellying out on the bottom.

La personne dont la mémoire est saine met en lumière quelques objets, quelques mots, quelques évènements qui constituent une représentation claire. Une mémoire traumatique ne permet pas la construction d'une représentation de soi sécurisante puisque en l'évoquant ont fait revenir en conscience l'image du choc.

Ayer, el dolor era una muestra de la debilidad del herido, hoy revela la incompetencia del profesional.

Todo trauma nos conmociona y nos desvía, encaminándonos a una tragedia. Sin embargo, la representación del acontecimiento nos da la posibilidad de convertir ese trauma en el eje de nuestra historia, en una especie de negro lucero del alba que nos indica la dirección.

Resilience means renaître de sa souffrance (reborn from one's own pain), it corresponds to the ability to rebound from adversities, overcome them, and come out stronger, even transformed.

If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran over my head.

I left the Embrace of the Faun and wandered miserably through the House. I believed that I was mad – or that I had been mad – or else that I was becoming mad now. Whichever way it was, it was a terrifying prospect. After a while I decided that this way of going on did no good at all.

I can honestly say that my misery had been transformed into common unhappiness, so by Freud's definition I have achieved mental health.

Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that?

But when they were done, I wondered if there would be a next time. I felt good. I wasn't dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I'd managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide. I was lighter, airier than I'd been in years.

Being crasy doesn't mean to be broken...It is you and me amplified, Girl, Interrupted

Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that? I

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she'd burned all that out of her.

Recovered. Had my personality crossed over that border, whatever and wherever it was, to resume life within the confines of normal? Had I stopped arguing with my personality and learned to straddle the line between sane and insane?

A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.

Cambodia is the most heavily mined country on earth, with 4 to 8 million land mines, according to one estimate.

The dead have a long reach. And they can be patient. They wait till you are ready, and then they seep back into your heart and crack it open.