Quotes About Healing

you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again. I thought anything might happen if I wasn't vigilant. I didn't eat. I didn't go out. I didn't want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul. Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life...well, gradually became livable again.

We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.

Last night. When I was bleeding out. I heard you. Our eyes locked. And in that moment everything shifted. I saw what I had really done. I saw that I could be somebody's centre, their reason for staying. I saw that I could be enough.

It had been years before she could view anybody else's happiness without mourning the loss of her own.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in reexamining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking away at a wound and refusing to let it heal.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking at a wound and refusing to let it heal. I knew what I had been part of. I knew what my role was. What was the point in going over and over it?

But one of the things you learn in therapy is that there comes a point when you have to take care of yourself.

She could show her daughter that there was another way to live. A way that did not involve anesthetizing yourself. A way that did not mean you lived your whole life as an apology for who you were.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway?

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

She stopped and turned to me, as if she had suddenly thought of something. "You know, you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him." - page 273 "Hey Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that." - page 300

MOVING ON means we have to protect ourseves

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

The fact that I am no longer tormented by your proximity, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly want, has not healed me. It

to say sorry. Oh, Louisa, you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

Me obligué a recordar otra cosa que había dicho Marc: que ningún viaje para dejar atrás el dolor era fácil. Que habría días buenos y días malos. Hoy solo era un día malo, un rodeo en el camino que debía atravesar y superar.

I feel like I've turned myself off for the past two years. Like I wouldn't let anyone get close to me because of what happened. I mean, what's the point of getting close to someone if you're only going to lose them? But the other day I started thinking about what I actually want out of life and I realized it was someone to love. Because you got to move on, right? You got to see some kind of future.

Someone who had lost a child, according to village wisdom, should be allowed to grieve in whichever way she chose; the awfulness was so unimaginable that unlike other life events—weddings, christenings, disappearing spouses—no one felt qualified to suggest a right or wrong way of dealing with

Questa faccenda sta causando tanto dolore a troppe persone.

This week's Moving On Circle is about guilt, survivor's guilt, guilt that we didn't do enough... It's often this that keeps us from moving forward.