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Footpaths to recovery Look at the path. It’s hard, it’s frightening. Look at the landscape. It’s beautiful. Start walking your way back to health.
It's your road
This is a touching, insightful and inspiring poem written by Rose about her time in Intensive Care and beyond.She has very kindly given permission for us to include it here. My epic journey; a poem by Rose Fraser Edinburgh Time stood still 27 March 2013 At the Royal Infirmary Another world was dark Not knowing was sad Voices, voices repeated Time will test your desire How much do you want to live? Noises, echoes, echoes Ice-cream, Ice-cream Chocolate,...
One step at a time One day at a time One hour at a time
Recovery is a process. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes everything you’ve got.
Recovery Don’t feel disillusioned by where you are now Your progress is good enough It’s meaningful It’s on time Though everything may go unacknowledged Every silent step is movement In the right direction When it feels as though Everyone is going forward And you’re being pulled back by Your own demons or your past Remember that every moment in this journey Will play its part in the greater narrative – What a beautiful story to...
Rock bottom: the solid foundation on which to rebuild your life
She recovers - when she is encouraged to choose her own recovery path - when she creates a vision for how she wants her life to be - when she takes small and steady steps towards her vision - when she makes peace with her past - when she finally understands that self-care is the secret to her recovery
THE CUSHIONED ROOM Recollections of an ICU Patient Dedicated To the Doctors, Nurses, Physiotherapists and Staff of the Critical Care Units, Royal Liverpool University Hospital The Cushioned Room In the beginning was a yellow world . . . all is suffused with and bathed in its radiant, glowing light, propagating feelings of healing and comfort; enveloping everything with its warmth . . . A car, travelling along a fast highway through Belgium, heading into the...
The journey © 2013 BRASH It’s too easy She (He/They) said To let that queasy Voice in your head Convince you that you’re better off dead. You may – Indeed, you must – Struggle each day. Sometimes just to survive dismay. All you can do is trust the moment to evolve. You must stay strong In your resolve To heal, to rise along Each piece of peace a puzzle to solve. You have this life’s lease to become your deepest...