Quotes About Recovery

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

I think we need to recover the depth, the subtlety, the generosity of imagination, the respect for wisdom that so marked Islam in its great ages.

Who will take medicine unless he knows he is in the grip of disease?

What breaks in a moment may take years to mend.

We expect you to spill the milk, but it's really how you clean it up that matters.

As a child, I survived by forgetting. Later, the amnesia became a problem as large as the one it was meant to conceal. However, I did not remember my past until the homemade bomb was defused, until the evil was contained, until I was stable enough and happy enough that sorrow or anger or regret or pain was overwhelmed by joy at my release. To reach this state, I needed the help of friends and healers. This I had in abundance. (252)

42 A few months after Nash got out, Baumecker called the Institute for Advanced Study and asked to speak to Oppenheimer about whether Nash was now sane. Oppenheimer replied, "That's something no one on earth can tell you, doctor.

Don't be hostage to your expectations, she would teach. Sometimes trauma doesn't look the way you think it should.

The victim's response to the trauma of a sexual assault shall not be used in any way to measure credibility." —

Trauma can warp the brain.

I thought about things stolen from me. I thought about the thieves I had known.

When you have suffered betrayal by the universe, a betrayal by a man is not only unsurprising but expected.

soul survivor," someone who's willing to open up and examine the pain in order to lance the wound and perforate the power of the past.

Divorce is not merely separating; it is the tearing apart of what was once joined together.

Things that are covered don't heal well.

Can the wounded heal the hurting?

I turned into a workaholic to the point of where my health was in jeopardy.

Så deilig å se henne oppildnet igjen, tenkte Diane. Herlig å få henne tilbake fra de grufulle smertene som nesten ødela henne.

I liked my house. I liked my stuff. I had to start over once. I don't want to have to do it again. But life says, 'Tough bounce,' and what are my options? Take it on the chin and keep marching.

Just how many ways it's possible to fuck up a child so badly that ten, twenty, forty years later they're still trying to make sense of it.

Old pain is an anchor.

profound trauma—and clearly this would qualify—can transform a person's entire character, you know: turn a strong person into a trembling wreck, a happy nature melancholic, a gentle one vicious. It can shatter you into a million pieces, and rearrange the remains in an utterly unrecognizable form.

The department shrink spent weeks trying to convince me I was deeply traumatized, but eventually he had to give up, admit I was fine (sort of regretfully; he doesn't get a lot of stabbed cops to play with, I think he was hoping I would have some kind of fancy complex) and let me go back to work.

So I thought maybe I could save just some of it. Maybe, even if we weren't going to be together, we could still . . ." Everyone's thought that: maybe even if, maybe we could still, maybe small bits of precious things can be salvaged.