Quotes About Recovery

wound goes. It is deep. What. How. Oh,

You could have shot me with an arrow. You could have done a hundred things, but instead you dangled Zane in front of me, knowing what he had done. In an instant, you brought back the horror of a night to a small child. That's what I became.

Dia... het is zo. Ik begrijp er niet veel van, maar ik geloof je wél. Je komt uit een grote stad hier heel ver vandaan, waar je heel erg ziek bent, en hier ben je opeens gezond en wel. Hoe bestaat dat? - Arianna

Nee!' Laura schreeuwde bijna. 'Ik snij mijzelf nooit meer!

bullet wound will do." Gordon

Old wounds. They faded, but they never really went away, did they?

Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary bypass.

How can one explain all the time and thought that goes into raising a child, all the opportunities for mistakes, all the chances to recover and try again? How does one break the news that nothing permanent can be formed in an instant--children are not weaned, potty trained, taught manners, introduced to civilization in one or two tries--as everyone imagined.

My son John was just under a year old when I collapsed with a life-threatening kidney disease. The shame and guilt resulting from my unplanned pregnancy had continued to fester to the point that my toxic feelings literally poisoned my body.

I'm healthy now. I probably wouldn't say I'm at my best fitness level and I haven't played that much lately, but I'm healthy and that's all that matters.

Time, on its own, heals nothing. ? Mary Rakow, The Memory Room . (Counterpoint, August 31, 2004) Originally published April 1st 2002.

Nunca he entendido cómo llegaste tan lejos. ?Drogas. Drogado de pies a cabeza.

If only the clouds would lift, and she could sit down and read, she knew that she would feel better at once.

The idea of a secret that will be revealed always results in one of two scenarios: death and destruction, or self-discovery and recovery beyond our wildest dreams of unification. And in the greatest of sagas, both at the same time.

O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie. —Shakespeare, Twelfth Night People require different amounts of time for grieving.

Today, I think most smokers experience the same denial as alcoholics regarding the impact of this abuse.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

You begin to forget what it means to live. You forget things. You forget that you used to feel all right. You forget what it means to feel all right because you feel like shit all of the time, and you can´t remember what it was like before.

I know how this feels: the tightening of the chest, the panic, the what-have-I-done-wait-I-was-kidding. Eating disorders linger so long undetected, eroding the body in silence, and then they strike. The secret is out. You're dying.

There was a time when I was unable to get out of bed because my body, its muscles eating themselves away, refused to sit up. There was a time when the lies rolled off my tongue with ease, when it was far more important to me to self-destruct than to admit I had a problem, let alone allow anyone to help.

The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead.

Bear in mind you have a life to live. There is an incredible loss. There is a profound grief. And there is, in the end, after a long time and more work than you ever thought possible, a time when it gets easier.

It does not hit you until later. The fact that you were essentially dead does not register until you begin to come alive. Frostbite does not hurt until it starts to thaw. First it is numb. Then a shock of pain rips through the body. And then, every winter after, it aches.

There are other kinds of damage, to the people in your life, to your sense of who you are and what you can do, to your future