Quotes About Recovery

Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.

There's no shame in being a broken man. You just pick up the pieces… and start rebuilding.

He lived a wounded life

After something like that . . . well, even though you try to get through it—and might seem fine on the surface—underneath you're a wreck, and you don't even know it. And sometimes, it takes a while to figure out that you're still struggling with everything that happened.

As soon as something happens to us in America, everyone begins talking about healing. But before you heal, you have to mourn.

I've got a shadow on the lung as a result of being in intensive care, so I find running quite hard. I breathe mainly through my mouth because my nose is damaged, so I keep swallowing flies.

I am trying to move forward with my life.

You need community support. You're pretty defeated when you're laid low with a mental illness. It's a frightening place to be, and to get up and be able to stand and to move forward and to start functioning again, you need so much support. You need to feel you're not alone.

I will never be able to move on as much as people would like me to.

Someone who is wrongfully accused needs to do their best to put it behind them and move on.

When you lose your job and it is about football, I can quickly put things in order and move on.

We've got to get things done. We've got an economy that is stabilized, but not moving ahead.

I come from a past of addition, so I didn't pay much attention to politics.

When I was 18, I went to the East Coast of America, got mugged, and came straight home.

Mental illness is real, and I got them. I don't know if it's the multiple concussions or the lifestyle choices.

I think, most definitely, my style has been changing throughout the years, and that's because of the injuries that I've had, the multiple surgeries on my left knee.

I've been dropped on my head multiple times.

I've had multiple concussions. I've had to stop fighting when I was 32, because according to my doctor, it was the 2nd concussion. No, it was the 2nd concussion he knew of.

I got really, really sick with a horrible disease called transverse myelitis; I lost my legs. I couldn't play anymore. It was a form of multiple sclerosis, which I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

I ruptured my plantaris muscle. It runs through the calf and goes down the side of your achilles and stretches right to the heel.

It's happened a couple of times in training when I hyper-extend my back. Some facet joints send all the muscles in my lower back and lumbar-spine into spasm.

My generation, people who played with me, they're suffering from football.

Lorrie came along, which is the best thing that ever happened to me. Because of her, I straightened up my life.

In the midst of hardship, it was the music that restored my soul.