You were doing well. More than well, actually. You were showing up. Making your bed. Attending therapy. Saying “no” to the old things that used to have their hooks in...
You ghosted. You stopped coming. Maybe you relapsed. Maybe you got scared. Maybe you were just tired of talking about your feelings in a room full of strangers. Whatever the...
The smile is rehearsed. The tree is decorated. The champagne is poured. And somehow, none of it touches you. You’ve planned the meal, wrapped the gifts, RSVP’d to the parties....
When someone you love is unraveling in front of you, it can feel like the whole world is collapsing in slow motion. You see their pain. You carry it. You...
When I got my diagnosis, I thought it would bring relief—and it did. For about five minutes. Then came the fear. Not of the condition itself, but of what treatment...
You didn’t plan to stop going. Maybe you told yourself it was just a week off. Maybe you ghosted after a hard group session. Maybe life outside treatment got loud—too...
You didn’t plan to leave. You meant to go back. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But then time passed, and life picked up speed, and now it’s been a while—and...
You look like you have it together. You’re not missing work. You’re paying bills. You’re taking care of people. From the outside, everything looks fine. But on the inside? You’re...
Anxiety has a way of shrinking your world. Decisions feel harder, social situations get heavier, and even rest doesn’t feel restful. But maybe the hardest part of all is not...
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who went to treatment. I wasn’t falling apart. I had a job. I paid rent on time. I was the one...
