Quotes About Recovery

In other words to break an addiction we have to be able to face the unfaceable, think the unthinkable, bear the unbearable... The only way to go through them again is to go through them, to go down in that anxiety state and to feel what we really feel, is to go through and to break the tyranny of the addiction

With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. A burly rough pursues with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. Weak squeaks of laughter are heard, weaker.)_ THE BAWD: _(Her wolfeyes shining)_

shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart...

wounds tingle most when they are about to heal.

Every drunkard has many moments of shame that live like carpet tacks in his memory

I had to feel sorry for Bubba's wife. In AA we called it denial. We take the asp to our breast and smile at the alarm we see in the eyes of others.

No matter how you cut it, I was back to the short form of the Serenity Prayer, known in AA and other recovery groups as Fuck It.

I told myself I did not have to live as I once did. I did not have to re-create the violent moments that used to come aborning like a sulfurous match flaring off a thumbnail.

drug and alcohol addiction are joined at the hip with clinical depression and psychoneurotic anxiety.

What might be considered irrational, abnormal, aberrant, ludicrous, illogical, bizarre, schizoid, or schizophrenic to earth people (which is what AAs call nonalcoholics) is usually considered fairly normal by AA members.

while you're laying off the hooch and working the program, your disease is doing push-ups and waiting for the day you slip. You can ease back into the dirty boogie or hit the floor running, but I promise you, the electric tiger, or your version of it, will come back with a roar.

When a man molests a woman or girl, he steals her identity. You don't know who you are anymore. You don't have an address or a home. You're nothing. It's like a stain you can't wash out of your soul

one of the basic tenets of A.A.—that there is no possession more valuable than a sober sunrise, and any drunk who demands more out of life than that will probably

You know what they say at [Alcoholics Anonymous] meetings. Coincidence is your Higher Power acting with anonymity.' 'I didn't know you were in the program.' 'I'm not. I go for the dialogue. It's great material.

if we are to see a new reformation, we will have to break away from these patterns and seek to recover the authentic biblical gospel, learning again to think and act in God's way.

Pain fades," I said slowly. "But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?" The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu's face blazing with fury.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.

But remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you move the hell on.

He's gonna be fine," I confirmed. "Can we see him?" Iggy asked. "Ig, I hate to break this to you, but you're blind," I said, my relief making me tease him. "However, in a little while you can go listen to him breathe and maybe talk to him.

A small, weak part that just wanted to be a little girl again, with a family that wasn't sick and broken. But that sure wasn't going to happen, was it?

Here's the best I've come up with about recovering from the death of somebody we love. It goes like this. When we were little, maybe one or so, we learn how to walk. Somehow we figure out how to get up on our 2 two feet and take a scary step forward. Maybe we fall down. But we get up again. We take another step. We move forward. We move on. We just don't forget.

But being mentally ill wasn't like drowning, even if it sometimes felt like it. Because the thing about drowning is that someone else can save you, whether you want them to or not. And the thing about struggling with mental illness is that you have to be part of saving yourself.

It's okay to feel that loss. You can visit that place; you just can't live there.

almost drank himself to death, worrying and missing me. I'm trying to make up for the fact that I barely got back in time to save him. I only wish I could have saved Robinson, too. But I know Robinson didn't want me to be broken after his death. He wanted me whole, well, and writing. About us.