When you’re stuck between “I’m fine” and “I can’t keep doing this,” everything starts to feel like a gray area. You don’t feel broken. But you’re not okay either. You’re...
You swore you’d never go through this again. The phone call that doesn’t come. The texts that don’t make sense. The gut feeling that won’t leave. The look in their...
You’re here because something’s shifted. You’ve been white-knuckling your way through days, maybe weeks, maybe longer. You’ve kept up appearances, hit deadlines, replied to texts with just enough exclamation points...
The relapse didn’t come crashing in—it crept in. It was the smallest decision: one sip, one “why not,” one second of wanting to feel anything other than the pressure mounting...
There’s a moment in long-term recovery that nobody talks about enough. It’s not the relapse. It’s not the rock bottom. It’s the flatness. You’re technically doing well. You haven’t spiraled....
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...
