Quotes About Recovery

They say time heals all wounds but they're lying

At times like this I surprise myself, how I've managed to create something of a life on this foggy shore out of the broken pieces of myself, scavenged from the sea like flotsam. Or is it jetsam…it irks me not to know the difference.

I wasn't beautiful anymore. Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound.

I was torn and stitched, I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.

Once the worst had happened to you, all the rest was just stuff and absence.

I know of people who don't believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll get better.

The destruction caused by Hurricane Harvey is unlike anything my home state has ever experienced. As long as I live, I'll never forget those images of elderly women waiting in waist-deep water to be rescued.

I've been a bit unlucky with small injuries.

After 'Humshakals,' the Sajid Khan bashing which followed, that was a little unnecessary. Genuinely.

I think all of those things, but certainly the booze really brought out the really unreasonable side of me, and I just didn't want to revisit that place again.

But unfortunately, in my unrelenting drive to get back on that drum stool, the major casualty in all of it was that I really forgot about me.

'House of Leaves' is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but it's also about recovering from fear.

Survivorship comes with unspoken pressures, responsibilities and challenges. After all, what is the point of saving a life if the life isn't a meaningful one?

I definitely regret the surgeries that I have had over the years, I think I was so young and in such an unstable situation in my life with so much going on and so much pressure.

My relationship with alcohol became unsustainable. For people who are going to ask, 'Were you an alcoholic?' I suppose the short answer is 'Yes.'

You don't appreciate life until you get to the other side. Like lying in a hospital bed.

Everybody's got plans... until they get hit.

A rising tide lifts all boats, and you have to start with job creation. We will never get there until we replace all these jobs that have been lost.

Until the legacy of remembered and reenacted trauma is taken seriously, black America cannot heal.

I'll be seeking professional help with regards to alcohol and, until myself and the club feel this is under control, I'll be off the drink.

Getting out of the hospital is a lot like resigning from a book club. You're not out of it until the computer says you're out of it.

I had operations up until I was 18, then revision on my scars to put back my eyebrows. So I've had a lot of what is called plastic surgery. And I have huge, huge respect for what that is.

Illness played a great - and unwelcome - role in my early life. Mumps were soon followed by a raging sore throat, and it was decided that I should have my tonsils removed and adenoids scraped at the same time.

For me, I'll unwind at the end of the day by soaking in Epsom salts. It's the routine I prefer for coming down after crazy days.