You answer emails before 8 a.m. You juggle deadlines, school pick-ups, and dinner reservations without breaking stride. To most people, you’re reliable. Professional. “Put together.” But
I remember the exact moment I was prescribed my first psychiatric medication. It was quiet. The room smelled like hand sanitizer and winter air. My provider
Thanksgiving hits different when you’re sober—and not always in the cozy, gratitude-journal kind of way. For a lot of young people in early recovery, the holidays
It didn’t look like a crisis. There was no intervention. No DUI. No big scene at work. Just a professional who smiled when needed, hit every
There’s no shame in stepping away. Life gets messy. Cravings come back. Sometimes the pressure to heal feels heavier than the pain you’re carrying. If you
It’s the season of sparkle and sentimentality. Holiday cards. Family photos. “So much to be grateful for!” But for a lot of people—maybe for you—it’s the
It’s okay if you didn’t finish treatment the first time. Or the second. Or even the third. You might’ve told yourself you weren’t ready. Maybe life
There’s a particular kind of pain that doesn’t come with sirens or ambulances. It doesn’t crash through your life with drama. It doesn’t look like the
You left. Or maybe you just stopped showing up. At first, it was one missed group. Then a skipped week. Then… nothing. You told yourself you’d
You’re still showing up. Still making it to meetings, picking up your kids, answering texts on time. On the surface, you look functional—because you are. But
Maybe you left treatment too soon. Maybe you ghosted after a rough week. Or maybe life just got in the way, and you never made it
You’ve put in the work. You’ve stayed sober. You’ve built a new life—or at least something that looks like one. And now… you feel stuck. Not
