That last line is a powerful one. And the one before it as well. I remember thinking about that when I was 12; I had been born, I would die, and what stood in between was never going to change from what was happening to me now. Nothing but the numbing drill of abuse episodes and the robotic life that filled in between them. A few minutes later I was in the kitchen with a knife on my wrist. A few after that I discovered the joys of alcohol poisoning, and then later junk.
I can't look back and see a specific time when I knew things would get better. I hoped for that when a teacher in college cared about me and yet didn't want sex from me (that made no sense to me).
One thing I do know now is that if I had committed to my recovery earlier things would have improved a lot sooner. Well, maybe not. A lot has changed in the past 15 years. But I can tell you for sure that whatever you get from work on recovery is worth it. I used to hear guys say that here, and I would think "Shut the fuck up".
But it's true.