Quotes About Healing

My dad passed away before my freshman year, and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.

I wanted to be free of today. As if in the telling, there would be a cure.

Nothing is solved. We go on and the scar tissue gets a little more pliable. It will never not be sad. It will never not hurt. It will go on being at the heart of my mother, my father, my brother, my sister and me. We are five of the millions and millions of people who walk this world carrying our grief in a knotted scarf and hoping it will not come undone.

Grief is a pilgrimage, a long song, a poem that is never quite finished.

I was going to be in therapy for a long, long time. I wasn't even a sentence yet. But I had some syllables, some new sounds. The first halves of the sentences I was accumulating were solid. I trusted them.

Helder said the goal of therapy was to make a container to hold all the disparate selves. I was going to need a big container. One that could hold hordes.

As children, we are profoundly loyal to our parents, and to their pain: I wanted to be related to my mom, not ruined by her

But I was learning forgiveness didn't have to be about granting absolution for sins but being able to find freedom from pain.

Some sadness has no remedy. Some sadness you can't make better.

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.

Daughters go into analysis hating their fathers and come out hating their mothers. They never come out hating themselves.

When someone we know is hurting, it's our instinct to want them to get better––first, for themselves, and also because our inability to assist leaves us feeling helpless.

It is our American tradition to come together in times of tragedy. This is how we grow as a people and as a nation.

We need to find the humility to admit that we are indeed powerless and helpless so we can take the first steps in finding ways to heal. – Dr. Thomas Demaria

True healing is when you somehow transform the nature of how you perceive what you have gone through." -- Dr. Thomas Demaria

Moving forward requires us to reframe our basic assumptions about life. Moving forward" does not mean that we heal in a linear, sequential way.

Moving forward" does not mean that we heal in a linear, sequential way.

Just as we do physiologically, emotional toxicity is best released daily. We have to regularly release old feelings and disturbing thoughts that are holding us back." --Dr. Anne Redelfs