Quotes About Healing

Troubles and feelings go wild when we try to keep them caged inside. Talk about your feelings. Take responsibility for them. Feel whatever feeling you have. Nobody made you feel. Someone might have helped you feel a particular way, but you did your feeling all by yourself. Deal with it. Then, tell yourself the truth about what happened!

We cannot begin to work on ourselves, to live our own lives, feel our own feelings, and solve our own problems until we have detached from the object of our obsession.

Even recovering alcoholics and addicts noticed they were codependent and perhaps had been long before becoming chemically dependent.8 Codependents started cropping up everywhere.

The worst aspect of caretaking is that we become and stay victims. I believe many serious self-destructive behaviors—substance abuse, eating disorders, sexual disorders—are developed through this victim role.

Rescuing or caretaking is not an act of love. The Drama Triangle is a hate triangle. It fosters and maintains self-hate, and it hinders our feelings for other people.

But our real problems as codependents are our own characteristics—our codependent behaviors. Who's codependent? I am.

When should we detach? When we can't stop thinking, talking about, or worrying about someone or something; when our emotions are churning and boiling; when we feel like we have to do something about someone because we can't stand it another minute; when we're hanging on by a thread, and it feels like that single thread is frayed; and when we believe we can no longer live with the problem we've been trying to live with. It is time to detach! You

Healthy are those who mourn," writes Donald L. Anderson, a minister and psychologist, in Better Than Blessed. "Only very recently have we begun to realize that to deny grief is to deny a natural human function and that such denial sometimes produces dire consequences," he continues.

Yes, we have the right to be mad at a sick person. We didn't ask for the problem. Although the ideal feeling is compassion, we probably won't feel this until we deal with our anger.

Pneumonia victims will cough until they get appropriate treatment for their illness. Alcoholics will drink until they get the same.

We make ourselves feel safe and loved. We do all those wonderful things for ourselves that we wish someone else would have done for us.

I'm really looking forward to being clean again. It's this weird thing with smack. First off it makes you feel so good. But after a bit, after your body gets used to it, it stops working like that. You start needing it just to stay normal... Then you get sick of it and give it up for a few days. And that's the really nasty thing because then, when you're clean, that's when it works so well.

Not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one to put it there.

not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one that put it there.

what the hell do I do about a broken lifebond? He shook his head, obviously at a loss. I can't tell you; I don't know. I don't Heal minds, I Heal bodies. And I don't know of anyone who Heals hearts.

Keep breathing. Exhale all the hurt and sorrow, inhale the untainted air.

Mummy says not forgiving someone hurts you worse than it hurts him," the child persisted. "Even if he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. She says not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one that put it there.

How to forgive when you really didn't want to? Convince yourself that you do, of course.

Don't be ashamed for allowing yourself to feel, little brother," came the quiet words. "You should rather feel sorry for those who do not. They are either cripples—or very sick in soul." As

When you mourn for too long, you start to forget how to feel joy.

God is able to use even our past mistakes and failures when we release them to Him with thanksgiving.

One of the first things we have to let go of is not being able to let go of anybody.

There is no calm for those who are uprooted. They are wanderers, homesick and defiant. Love itself is helpless to heal them though the dust rises with every footfall - drifts down the corridors - settles on branch or cornice - each breath an inhalation from the past so that the lungs, like a miner's, are dark with bygone times. Whatever they eat, whatever they drink, is never the bread of home or the corn of their own valleys. It is never the wine of their own vineyards. It is a foreign brew.

And finally, remember that light can only shine through broken vessels, and we are all a little broken. Sometimes it is the broken-ness that gives us the fire.