I never saw myself as someone who needed trauma therapy. I didn’t think I had trauma. Not the kind you hear about in documentaries or see in the news. I...
You walk into the room. It’s quiet. Comfortable, but strange. You’re not sure whether to sit like you’re at a job interview or just flop onto the couch. Your therapist...
I remember the silence in my apartment after I used again. Ninety-three days. Gone in one night. No big spiral, no dramatic crash—just me, a locked jaw, and a thousand-pound...
If you’re here, it’s probably not because you’re wondering whether to get help. It’s because you’re wondering what kind of help might actually work. That shift—from “Do I need therapy?”...
Early sobriety is weird. No one tells you how lonely it can feel to do the right thing. You’re not drinking. You’re working on yourself. You’re healing. And somehow, that...
There’s a version of burnout no one talks about. It doesn’t look like panic attacks or sobbing in the bathroom. It looks like emails answered on time. A packed schedule....
The second time my son relapsed, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just sat in the driveway with my hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. Not because...
There’s a quiet kind of knowing that creeps in before you ever say the words out loud: “I think I need help.” Maybe it’s the panic that hits at random....
I didn’t plan to relapse. No one does. It wasn’t dramatic or loud—it was quiet. Sneaky. Just one bad moment I convinced myself was harmless. But that moment unraveled three...
You got through the hardest part. You stayed clean. You did the work. Now you’re a year—or maybe five—into recovery, and from the outside, it looks like life is good....
