I’d love to make this post an inspirational one. I’d love to throw you some quotes, or tell a great story right now to hide the fact that I’m struggling and scared. I ask others to write their truths… Read More
In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month, I thought I’d share my very first recovery-themed poem. I wrote this in May of 2000, while I was in treatment. I was approximately one week sober. What Will People Think? Waiting for… Read More
I am consumed by fear, the same fear that kept me using drugs, except today I feel every ounce of it because I’m not using.
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So many times I’ve thought to myself, “If only…” If only I had said that, done that, reacted differently, chose differently, and so on. It’s like a song on repeat inside my head where I shame, blame, and… Read More
My name is Julie. I am 25, from Michigan, and have been recovering for three years. Recently these thoughts hit me: I spent most of my life being told what I am. Labeled a junkie. Or a drunk. Labeled a failure. Labeled the eternal “fuck… Read More