THE BADASS RECOVERY BLOG
Picture this:
It’s December 31st. The party’s over.
The fake joy, the small talk, the champagne. All done.
You’re back in your bathroom, brushing your teeth.
Mascara smudged. Belly bloated. Eyes tired.
And staring back at you in the mirror isn’t just your reflection —
It’s your reckoning.
That l...
You said you would't drink last night.
You meant it. You always mean it.
But around 6:00pm, the familiar ache starts to hum in your chest—
a whisper first, then a roar.
And before you know it, it’s not just one glass. It’s the whole bottle. Again.
And when you wake up this morning—puffy, panick...
I believe in filters of love and abundance.
But I’m not here to gaslight myself with toxic positivity.
Some days in recovery?
They will just suck.
Not because you’re doing it wrong.
Not because the universe is testing you.
But because being human is messy — and sometimes the only spiritual move is...
Marianne Williamson presents life as a moment-to-moment journey of choosing between Love and Fear.
The filter of love is based on abundance. It sources our thoughts, actions, and feelings from a place of intuition, generosity, compassion, and faith. Love is based on abundance and possibility. T...
Here's the truth: early sobriety made mornings like walking into a room full of noise and not knowing where the volume knob was. I used to wake up in a full-body haze. Shame hanging around like a hangover even when I hadn't had a drink.
So I started building mornings that were mine again. Not p...
Last night I attended one of those parties.
Wine flowing. Pearls. Polo shirts. Red-soled shoes that probably cost more than my rent.
It’s been quite a month: grief after losing my dog, getting knocked out sick, and facing the truth of a lifetime of undiagnosed ADHD. So when the invite came in,...
You Drank Again. Now What?
You didn’t plan to.
You told yourself, not this time.
Just one. Just Friday. Just the weekend.
But now it’s Monday, and your body is buzzing with regret, your mind is heavy, and that familiar shame loop is whispering, “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Let’s cut through t...
I'm not someone who struggles with depression.
I’ve had my fair share of hard seasons—ones that cracked me open and tested everything I thought I knew—but I’ve always been able to pick myself up. That’s the beautiful, brutal gift of recovery. Since 2009, I’ve walked the path of healing, armed wi...
Yes, it's me. Remember me? The chick who was so empowered about her sobriety that it verged on obnoxious? The woman who was cheering you on as you got sober for the first or the 100th time? The girl who was constantly churning out courses, podcasts, and sober-badass content? Yep, that was me.
B...
I USED TO CELEBRATE INDEPENDENCE DAY BY CUTTING OFF MY INDEPENDENCE – WITH BOOZE.
I will begin with a story that is unfolding in front of my very eyes as I type. It’s July 3rd, Independence Day weekend, and people are ready to celebrate.
I stop as I type this and wonder how much there ...
When I started my recovery journey in 2009, I thought sobriety was only about “not drinking.” I had no idea sobriety would become the avenue through which I would become human again, and find the way back “home” to my own heart.
In the depths of my addiction, I felt like the world outside ma...
Relapse is one of my favorite subjects because I lived in it for two long years. After five years of sobriety, I found myself chugging warm chardonnay in a parking lot.
Relapse brought me shame. Shame brought me more relapse.
I would drink, feel like a failure (both the world and my own v...
