Quotes About Recovery

We, the rescued,Beg you:Show us your sun, but gradually.Lead us from star to star, step by step.Be gentle when you teach us to live again.

Peaceful?' they ask, at a loss for words. For those lucky enough never to have experienced war, the word "peaceful" has little meaning.

After hurting myself like that, I could not go back immediately to racing. I was in no condition, mentally or physically. That helped me to strengthen myself to go through the hard times that were ahead with my business, and to be successful.

O velho reapareceu, cinco minutos depois, já recuperado.

O velho reapareceu, cinco minutos depois, já recuperado. Pigarreou: — Vamos pôr uma pedra em cima disso, que é mais negócio. O que passou passou. Está na hora de dormir, pessoal. Então

Like many abuse victims, he carried the shame of the abuser, taking their malfeasance as an indication of personal worthlessness.

It's no good going on living in the ashes of a dead happiness.

On reflection, it happens so naturally you begin to feel or to tell yourself, 'Well, it would have happened anyway,' and you quickly recover from this wonderful experience of yours.

I lay blinking in the chastened light as the world condensed to two certainties, one, the jelly of my brain had swollen too large for my skull, the other, I would never again drink alcohol.

What's glamorous is being a good father, a good husband, a good fucking dog owner. That's what I care about today. That's what matters. I will devote everything to that. And I will succeed. Because I cannot fall down again. I will not fall down again. I mean, I don't have to fall. None of us have to fall. We don't all fall down. We don't. So I'm over this drug shit. It's done. And this is my last recovery memoir ever.

Again, fix the outsides and maybe my insides won't be such a dark place.

Somehow that always seemed to happen—we addicts can always find one another. There must be some strange addict radar or something.

And I have this, for now. I just wish I could figure out how to keep my fucking mind from going all over the place - dwelling on all the loss and pain and everything I'VE DONE - then jumping off into the future to how impossible it all seems.

I buried it and buried it and turned away from everything light and sweet and delicate and lovely and became so scared and scarred and burdened and fucked up. But that goodness is there, inside---it must be. "Every day, in every way, It's getting better and better…" I let those words fall, wanting---wanting so bad to believe them.

I'm trying to work on a children's book and a screenplay about zombies that take over a drug rehab. These writing projects usually go nowhere, but it feels like I always have to be working on something. Writing gives me a purpose. I think in some ways it has helped keep me alive. Without it I'm not sure I would ever have enough hope to get sober—to make that decision to live.

Being sober isn't just about not using. Being sober is about the joy a life of clarity and living by spiritual principles can bring. There is nothing greater than that. Forget drugs. Forget needles. Forget everything. We are living to experience the undiluted amazement of life on life's terms.

It was that simple. I just forgot for a second how bad things had been. A disease of amnesia, right?

Having to be sober was like being a forty-year-old trapped in a young adult's body. How could I relate to any of my peers? It was like I'd come from a totally different planet.

And how do you undo damage that's been built into the foundations? With houses, it's easier to pull the whole thing down and start again. You can't do that with people.

It's what the loss uncovers in you that brings on despair, not the loss itself.

Depression is a grim and blinding curse: you can't see outside it. You can't see hope, or love, or how spring will follow winter.

Pauline had once said to me, after she was through the worst of her stunned unhappiness, that if you behave as if you are all right, then one day you will be.

How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, and hours that had been like a desert with no horizon. There had been days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she'd had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more?

For a few years after we either reach herd immunity or have a widely distributed vaccine, people will still be recovering from the overall clinical, psychological, social, and economic shock of the pandemic and the adjustments it required, perhaps through 2024. I'll call this the intermediate pandemic period. Then, gradually, things will return to "normal"—albeit in a world with some persistent changes. Around 2024, the post-pandemic period will likely begin.