Quotes About Recovery

The horses have all been found. No harm was done." "It took us two days to gather them! On foot! I will never hear the last of it!

Try not to worry, for time is a great healer.' Such words were futile.

she took a breath that didn't feel like she was going to die.

When you go from fearing your mother to feeling sorry for her, it usually means you've travelled a long way toward recovery.

Remember, you're bruised but not broken.

People who've suffered that degree of trauma are often irreversibly impaired ... I had to accept the fact that there'd be some residual damage. If babies are starved and fed later, their bones will always show the traces of the lack of food. The same is true of severe abuse. The brain will adapt in strange ways, but it won't ever be fully normal, whatever that means.

excellent tracker; it was also his PTSD. People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly. That's part of what makes PTSD so hard to live with.

One of the big risks in treating depersonalization—the condition where one loses all sense of identity—is what happens when that person regains a sense of self.

After the break up of the municipality and the loss of his income my father lost health and spirits.

That's all addiction really is. It's trading away the future so you can feel OK right now.

We do crazy shit because we're broken.

If it takes you apart, that's not love. Love puts you back together.

Addict logic," Yolanda said, not missing a beat. "Life viewed through resentment.

What does it mean when someone loses the use of most of his brain, and it makes him more kind?

Everything in the world is easier to clean up after than your own actual damn life.

This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.

you from putting it completely behind you.

So I sort of broke into a million pieces but didn't let the pieces all tumble apart. Like I tried to just be cracked all over but not shattered.

it's a weird feeling to get well when you never even knew you'd been sick. I thought it was just normal, how I felt. And then it got better, and I thought, Damn.

Now how the hell am I supposed to make amends to myself?" "Don't hurt yourself anymore." It was like someone opened up the curtains and let light into the room, and all of a sudden I could see it was daylight, and had been all this time.

that's more or less the textbook definition of an alcoholic. Someone who knows it's time to cut down but can't.

I couldn't just keep walking through some crap like this, like it never happened. Like everything was fine. Every now and then you need to call a time-out. Get your breath back.

You can heal your own self first, but most people never do. Maybe because you have to start by admitting you're broken.

Anything that lifts responsibility for our actions is addictive, I've found. So really, looking back, I'd have to say that was not the hard moment. The tough bit is always later, when you're held responsible for yourself again, and your life is expected to go on.