You’re in detox, but it doesn’t feel like a fresh start yet. You’re surrounded by people, but somehow lonelier than ever. And you’re probably asking
You’ve heard it before. “Just one more weekend.” “I swear, Monday I’m done.” “I can detox on my own—I just need time.” And maybe part
The first time I held that little white pharmacy bag, it felt heavier than the diagnosis itself. Not physically—emotionally. Like it came filled with shame,
I walked into detox with a plan. Not a recovery plan—a schedule. 72 hours. That’s what I gave myself. In, out, done. I didn’t want
I didn’t fear pain. I feared becoming boring. That’s what I told myself every time someone mentioned detox. I wasn’t afraid of withdrawal. I wasn’t
I didn’t expect to feel hollow in sobriety. But about three years in—after I’d rebuilt relationships, found stability, and started mentoring others—I realized I couldn’t
There’s a specific kind of heartbreak that doesn’t always show up in crisis. Your child might not be calling from jail. There’s no overdose, no
The first time I checked into residential treatment, I brought nothing but a toothbrush and a low bar of expectation. I didn’t believe it would
Even if you’re not sure you need help, something is pulling at your attention. Maybe it’s the way weekends feel lately. Maybe it’s how you
You’ve walked the recovery path before. You’ve counted days, worked steps, rebuilt trust. And then somewhere along the line—quietly, privately—it got shaky again. Maybe you
