THE BADASS RECOVERY BLOG
Picture this:
it’s December 31st. You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth. The party is over, the glasses have been emptied, and it’s just you now—you and that reflection staring back. The dark circles under your eyes. The bloat that no...
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...
For most people, there’s something terrifying about the words I use to describe myself. Every time I say “I’m sober”, or a “I’m a recovered alcoholic”, or even “I’m in recovery” there’s a beat of silence - as a mild...