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 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...

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...

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 discomfort crosses the person’s face. It’s almost as if you’ve given them data for ...