Quotes About Recovery

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing. [...] We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

Every loss leaves a hole in your heart.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

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I hope you can find the healing power in grieving.

There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The only whole heart is a broken heart.

She was broken open. But broken open is still open.

Why didn't I feel this before?" she whispered. "Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

After all these months, lying there, unable to move a leg or a foot – how could he find perfection in such an average day? Then I realized that was the whole point.

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone? "From the moment you woke up in that hospital, I was different with you, and you were different with me. You were sullen. You were mad. You fought with me constantly. You hated my restrictions. But that wasn't the real reason for your anger, was it?" Lorraine reached down and clutched Annie's fingers.

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone? "From

we embrace our scars more than our healing

we embrace our scars more than our healing...We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

Sarah dragged her wreckage back to the house, up to her bedroom, and down into a deep dark hole.

You want some?" he asked. "No, thank you, Inspector." "Don't drink?" "Not anymore." "How come?" "I drank to forget things." "And?" "I kept remembering them.

He] [w]ent deep into the cave where wounded men go when they walk around not talking to anyone about what's happening to them on the inside. Also known as Terre Haute.

It has been said that depression is a failure to imagine a plausible desirable future for oneself, (...), and life went on, and people found things to do and ways to be and people to be with, and plausible desirable futures began to emerge, unimaginable previously, but not unimaginable now, and the result was something not unlike relief.

At the very bottom of things, thought Sandor, there is always this: the addict's belief that they are unlovable.

alcoholic. To Quinn, for whom alcohol was a touchy simile, the truth was this: playing guitar was the single occasion in his slight and baffling life when he had the power to deliver exactly the thing another human being wanted. He

It took years for me to know this, to see how loss can tighten your grip on the things still possible to hold.

I got better.

She knew she would never really recover. It was as though her pen ran out of ink while writing a letter. She had picked up another containing ink of a different color and continued; but even if the words and the lines of thought remained the same, something had altered.