Finding Sisterhood in Recovery

I found the online support and sisterhood refreshing and learned there was no right way to do recovery. It was time to build my own box and fill my toolkit with resources that worked for me.

Stop the Judgement: Laughter Doesn’t Make it Funny

Our 12-step group gives out tags for clean time; to recognize and congratulate certain lengths. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. For a while now, when the nine-month tag is announced, some can be heard yelling out, “pregnant with recovery, not by someone in recovery.”

I’m “That” Girl. I’m Also an Addict.

It’s exhausting to be in active addiction, you never get a break. You’re always worried about your next high; so much so, that you don’t even enjoy the high you’ve got. It’s exhausting keeping the lies straight, trying to meet new people to steal from, and trying to keep loved ones off your back.

I Replaced My Other Addictions with Food

I never believed that food was actually an addiction. I would find myself in halfway houses and long-term treatment women’s programs, binging and purging, med seeking to get medications where the side effects included weight loss. I was trying to starve myself and failing miserably every time.

I Avoided Medication Assisted Recovery Until I Couldn’t

I knew people who had been on for five to ten years or longer and their lives had not improved—so I did not see medication-assisted recovery as a way out of active addiction. In my vastly under-informed opinion, it was just a way to work the system and get your buzz for free.