Quotes About Recovery

Wounded people who have been broken by suffering and sickness ask for only one thing: a heart that loves and commits itself to them, a heart full of hope for them.

Recovery is the ability to see things with clarity, freed from the drab blur of greatness or familiarity – from possessiveness.

I realize that I can laugh, that it is possible to be happy, that laughter and hope can come back to me.

Without substantial institutional resources, it is difficult for long-term chronic users to figure out how to pass the time of day. They have to construct a new personal sense of meaning and dignity. Instead, they often fall back on their more familiar and persuasive righteous dopefiend ways of being in the world, and they seek out old drug-using friends and acquaintances.

Recovery from codependence is a lot like a growing up process - we must learn to do the things our dysfunctional parents did not teach us to do: appropriately esteem ourselves, set functional boundaries, be aware of and acknowledge our reality, take care of our adult needs and wants, and experience our reality moderately.

I have discovered that we, codependents, are very hard to treat. I resisted doing anything people suggested that might have gotten me into recovery sooner. It wasn`t until I experienced enough pain to become willing to do anything to change that I would try their suggestions.

The best thing we can do for our adult children is to get into recovery for ourselves and set them free to find their own way to recovery.

Codependents don`t just wake up one day saying I think I'll move over into maturity and mental health

Yes, I'm always hungry after a fatal injury. --Jordan

How could a truck hack off my baby and leave the rest of my toes intact?

How could a truck hack off my baby toe and leave the rest of my toes intact?

For he who loses all often easily loses himself.

So here's what I'd say to you. Let's start here. Praying for this. To recover and maintain your passion. To regain and sustain your cutting edge.

I had really lost her, and the madness with which I avenged my mistakes on myself, by assaulting my physical self in several senseless ways in order to punish my moral self, contributed very much to the bodily ills under which I lost some of the best years of my life.

Our progress in the past usually came slowly, and our recovery will come slowly. It will come as men, each in their sphere of action, begin the task of reconstruction. Reconstruction begins with our lives and God's grace; it extends to our vocations, our institutions' homes, and society' Life and progress are made up of a great number of little things; we cover a mile by small steps, and the surest move forward is that small step rather than a giant day dream.

Glad it was you and not me, Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. Any brain damage? Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage, Oliver said. It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him. You say the nicest things, Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. Marry me.

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

I'm glad I've escaped a hell I had hardly even recognized when I was burning in it.

I won't lie, it was awful, but what was worse was slowly realizing how bad I'd been. How close I'd been to becoming . . . a thing. A senseless monster.

I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

I'm fine," I automatically tell her, because that's what I always tell her. And myself. But it doesn't take a paid psychologist to figure out that I'm not okay. I'm having flashbacks. Cold sweats. Nightmares. And now this

I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in thier magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said could you drop me off down the road, please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know? Maybe backpack across Europe or Asia? I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar the Grouch - and planned to do some serious feeling up on the green furry beast too. Yeah, stooping to pharmaceutical-inspired sex fantasies about garbage can Sesame Street characters - that had to be the best Just Say No drug lecture a girl in a leg cast could ever receive to make her go cold turkey off the meds.

I already know the words. I just need to learn the beat. This tone-deaf white girl will try to make music out of recovery.