Quotes About Recovery

I think people who survive need to get to an aha moment," she said quietly, "where the fog lifts and you realize there are things worth living for and goals worth pursuing. Even if they're different than what motivated you before.

Sometimes the worst part about trauma was not going through it. It was the aftermath, when you were free. And you obsessed about what would have happened if you hadn't gotten out.

Good. Because I'm walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven.

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

Whatever, sure, on the surface, Novo had taken his vein, and that hadn't been the first time a female had done that to him. And hello, she was in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. The experience, though? The feel of her lips on the skin of his wrist, the subtle pulls, the lick of her tongue when she was finished? Fuck his drug addiction. Give him a lifetime of that and he was never going to need another line of coke again.

He frowned, thinking of when he'd found Jane in that crumpled Audi at the side of the road.

It was Casa del Heal-the-fuck-up around here.

I'm an alcoholic, Tara.

and you should think of time off from running as part of training rather than as a missed training day.

He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.

That was the way Dean found me when he finally decided I was worth saving.

I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about, except it had something to do with the miserably weary split-up and my feeling that everything was dead.

Buck's senses got here again to him

The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.

When I got really sick and needed a stem cell transplant, I was fortunate to have a twin sister as the donor.

Before the operation on my left hand I wasn't able to stretch my fingers open all the way. I've never had very big hands, but I could do the splits with them. Eventually I couldn't any more. I had a twisted tendon in my little finger that prevented me from being able to stretch.

It was the force of the ball. It made my foot bone and ankle come together and cracked. I thought I had just twisted my ankle, but it was a clear fracture.

Going on tour for 10 years straight and playing 200-plus shows a year, you can't ever come back from that mentally. You're twisted in a weird way where you need that in order to be a person still.

My mom told me that when the car struck me, I landed 80 feet off the road. When they found me, I was curled up in a ball with my left leg mangled and twisted and almost severed in two. They all thought I was dead.

I tore my biceps and had two hernia surgeries.

I got pile drived in '96 or '97 and was a quadriplegic for about a minute and a half. I couldn't move anything. It was in the Meadowlands at a pay per view with a million or two people watching, and I couldn't move. That cost me a surgery, but I healed pretty quickly, so that was probably my worst day at the office.

I had small injuries that everybody else has. A little strain, you're out one week. Twist your ankle, out two weeks.

I got anxiety in April of 2014. I was hospitalized for two weeks, and they didn't know what was wrong with me, and at the end, they gave me a low dosage of Xanax. Before the whole anti-Xanax message in what I do, I was actually pro-Xanax culture.

One time, I had a nightmare for two weeks after an advert.