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"Recovery didn’t give me my life back.It gave me a brand new life. It is ironic how in recovery we expect to return to our old life, but why would we want to go back to such self-hatred and misery? Why would we want to go back to the life that had us leading down the destructive path? Why would we want to go back to the person on the brink of breaking, crumbling, collapsing under the pressure of needing to be heard, accepted, and loved with no sign of being seen? Changing is what recovery is all about…discovering new things, living life, uncovering the people we are designed to be today, in this moment-full of happiness, love, faith, and fulfilled dreams. Recovery means embarking on a new journey, walking a new path with no footprints yet pressed in the ground, with scenery your eyes have yet seen, in a beautiful body that speaks life, and with a mind and heart that is authentic, renewed, transformed, and brings light to this world. Recovery is about changing so that you develop an internal strength to persevere. So that you are the one holding the pen in the story of your life and write a story that will one day change a person’s world. Recovery gave me a life I can love, one that never existed before, one that I had to fight for and build. That makes it that much more incredible, treasured, and blessed. Nothing worth having comes easy, and this life is definitely worth possessing."

- J.L. (via purpose-in-the-pain)
cats-satan-and-lesbians:

Truce- twenty one pilots

cats-satan-and-lesbians:

Truce- twenty one pilots

daisylongmile:

“I used to be a slut, like I let every boy touched me as they liked. And I used to get super drunk, self harm, I had an eating disorder. I was broken, I was a mess. I better now, I even have a boyfriend who loves me for who I am. It’s just that somedays I can’t believe everything I did, how broken I was. It scares me.”

daisylongmile:

I used to be a slut, like I let every boy touched me as they liked. And I used to get super drunk, self harm, I had an eating disorder. I was broken, I was a mess. I better now, I even have a boyfriend who loves me for who I am. It’s just that somedays I can’t believe everything I did, how broken I was. It scares me.”

Scars and Poetry

dimaisip:

We have scars and poetry
to remind us about pain, but

we do not document happiness enough
to remind us of the good things.

Holding on for another day and
getting up to face the world—

these tells us how much we are
defeating uncertainty and sadness.

We are so used to successes
that we do not notice it anymore:

—your heart beating death
again and again—your lungs

never refusing air—your spirit
thriving, despite the limited time.

- Mark Dimaisip

"If you could read my mind,
You would know
That I miss you
And I need you a lot
Right now.
You would know
How you are the only
Piece of hope I have
In such a hopeless place.
But you can’t read my mind.
And I don’t know how to tell you.
So tonight will be hard,
Just like last night
And every tomorrow.
"

"For beautiful eyes,
look for the good in others.
For beautiful lips,
speak only words of kindness.
And for poise, walk
with the knowledge
that you are not alone.
"

- Audrey Hepburn (via loveinspireuniversally)

"Recovery
is not simply the apologies
to yourself,
but also the
decision to give
forgiveness.
Hatred of the self
is exhausting.
It is
time
for you to rest.
"

- Michelle K., What Recovery Means To Me. (via michellekpoems)

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new."

- Albert Einstein (via psych-facts)
i-believe-in-you-stay-strong:

❤️❤️❤️❤️

i-believe-in-you-stay-strong:

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Road to Recovery

brodywestonbartender:

  • Tagging: The Westons
  • Location: LA
  • Time frame: Mid January
  • Notes: After his hospital stay Brody is finally released to go home and start rehab. 

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birdhearts:

i’ll tell you a story.
i’ve always hated my back. in my eating disorder, it was too fat. in recovery, it was too thin. my arms and my back are yet to have weight distrubuted to them, so they look small in comparason to everything else. it’s a reminder of my sickness, so my answer? tattoos!
so this is my butterfly. caterpillar’s eat and eat and eat, and rest and sleep, and then they’re transformed into beautiful butterfly, able to fly anywhere. it’s kind of like recovery. you have to eat and rest in order to transform for the better.

birdhearts:

i’ll tell you a story.

i’ve always hated my back. in my eating disorder, it was too fat. in recovery, it was too thin. my arms and my back are yet to have weight distrubuted to them, so they look small in comparason to everything else. it’s a reminder of my sickness, so my answer? tattoos!

so this is my butterfly. 
caterpillar’s eat and eat and eat, and rest and sleep, and then they’re transformed into beautiful butterfly, able to fly anywhere. it’s kind of like recovery. you have to eat and rest in order to transform for the better.