Quotes About Recovery

1. Adult children of alcoholics guess at what normal behavior is. 2. Adult children of alcoholics have difficulty following a project through from beginning to end.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

Neither of them noticed Jane for a moment, which was for the best, as Jane looked like parts of her had been ripped up and flung into the wind. While Hunter smiled at Savannah, little pieces of Jane fluttered down to the parking lot. ... She waded through the litter of her old self and climbed into the battered Taurus.

I wish I'd gotten sober at a younger age.

One day you will be able to breathe again, not everyday but a little more often.

il tempo guarisce tutti i mali" "Time heals all wounds.

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?' I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. 'You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this.' 'Is it because you loved me?' I persisted. 'Or because you do not?

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?" I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. "You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this." "Is it because you loved me?" I persisted. "Or because you do not?

The only time I really think is when I smoke, and I quit smoking years ago.

When you feel that you aren't like everyone else or feel tainted by what has happened to you, it's hard to be optimistic about the future. In fact, for many survivors, it's nearly impossible to imagine the future at all. Many of us are caught in a state where we're still just trying to survive (our sole focus during trauma) and can't think much beyond that. Time for us is frozen and the future feels hazy at best.

As Babette Rothschild says, "Often talking about what happened will be important for the survivor in the immediate aftermath of the event. Telling and re-telling the story to caring individuals may help prevent dissociation, and aid in integrating the experience."20

As it relates to healing the wounds of trauma, it is a journey from helplessness (which is the essence of trauma) to mastery.

We find the heaven within us when we recover our own preciousness; we find the heaven between us when another tenderly helps us heal; we find the heaven around us when, moving from hell to well, we find in the ordinary world the beauty and meaning that was earlier bleached out of it. And some, too, find a heaven of angels, which may pierce through the veils of our lives in moments of need or when our spiritual search takes us there.

The surrender was a turning point for me. That summer I cried nearly every day. It was part of letting up the emotional component that had been only partially present in much of my earlier recovery of memories, and the beginning of a deeper grieving for my losses. The crying itself did not resolve things for me, but it was part of what prepared me for what came later, when the opportunity presented itself to really cleanse the wounds with a qualified trauma therapist.

If you are plagued by trauma symptoms but have no memories, that itself becomes an issue to make peace with.

You grieve what you lost and what you never had. If you try to short-circuit the grief, the grief will find a way to short-circuit you.

Recovery is treacherous but the peace and contentment that awaits us is beyond description. Trust your gut. Stay the course."2

Traumatic experiences are so powerful that they often affect your entire worldview. It's like wearing glasses that distort your vision.

hardest things about recovery is coming to terms with the fact that you can't trust your brain

I'm grateful to the judge who sent me to rehab instead of prison.

He's not burying you, Mallory. He's freeing you. Excavating you from a mountain of heroin and bringing you back to society. And look at you now!

One of the hardest things about recovery is coming to terms with the fact that you can't trust your brain anymore.

My body wasn't something to be starved or cut or filled with booze until I blacked out; it was something to be taken care of.

We are caught in a growth trap. This is the problem with no name or face, the frustration so many feel. It is the logic driving the jobless recovery, the low-wage gig economy, the ruthlessness of Uber, and the privacy invasions of Facebook.