Quotes About Recovery

Charles Mackay argued that people "go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

once the land was flooded with salt water, it would take a long time to reclaim

Rescuing girls from brothels is the easy part, however. The challenge is keeping them from returning. The stigma that girls feel in their communities after being freed, coupled with drug dependencies or threats from pimps, often lead to return to the re-light district.

Some 80 percent of Americans addicted to opioids began with prescription painkillers, not with illegal street drugs. Essentially, pharmaceutical executives acted like Colombian drug lords, with legal approval. Many cities and states, including Baltimore, are now suing Purdue and other pharmaceutical companies to recover some of the costs of treating the opioid epidemic, but no one can ever give Daniel back what he lost.

Break-ups are survivable. It´s the aftershocks that get you.

I saw a sick man pick up his instrument and be well

Hope is optimism with a broken heart.

Life goes on. Even after the end of the world as we knew it. I

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

Self-destructing – in rock, in public, in fact anywhere – is not good for the human spirit, not to mention the lungs, liver and kidneys. Artistically, it's best approached the way David Bowie did it in the mid-1970s. His cocaine addiction turned him into a withered stick-insect figure of a man but also inspired the best music of his entire career. Then he sorted himself out and became the golden-haired survivor we know and love today.

Well I'm getting healthier, y'know.' He croaks. 'My drinking is … uh, minimal now. I get into that when I'm bored.

It wasn't her blood. It was the blood of those who had fought over her like mad beasts while she lay stunned.

The world felt rude and fragile and new as though she had lately risen from her sickbed.

Who would have me? The Crow took everything. For his church, he said." He looked about the rough empty space. "The king smiled and watched.

My bulimia was my addiction. Hurting myself was my addiction... The music is what saved me. That's the only thing I can trust.

Trauma is a memory hog, It gobbles up all available space in the brain, leaves little room to mark daily happenstances, or even routine injuries which are less than life-threatening.

The crashing sound of years lost shattered in her ears, and new fears emerged from the looking glass. Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever sing again.

When you die, every single muscle in your body hurts. Your body has closed down because it thinks it's done, and when it gets rebooted, every inch of you hurts. Plus I'd had the shit beaten out of me with a baseball bat.

What's worse? Being strung out or being fat?

AMMOS FYODOROVICH No, it's impossible to drive it out: he says his nanny hurt him as a child, and ever since then he's given off a whiff of vodka.

The most important thing in illness is never to lose heart.

Sometimes a life is so entirely disrupted, on such a large and ungraspable scale, all one can do is face the ruined day.