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Nothing left unsaid.
As I stood by his hospice bed this week, holding his hand and making jokes to lighten the somber mood in the house, I decided to do something different than I’d ever done.
Helpful Links for those who are struggling.
I receive many emails each day from supporters of mine who are struggling. I want more than anything to be able to help each person individually, but I have found that because I care about each of you so much, that oftentimes I end up becoming incredibly overwhelmed...
Recovering Beautifully – Megan’s Story.
Trigger Warning ***Domestic Violence*** Have you ever made a decision in your life that was so large that it not only changed the direction of your life, but also the lives of those around you? I have. Twice. However, you wouldn’t know it by looking at me. I’m your...
Amber’s Story
Ironically, I would normally post about recovery from addiction; which will no doubt be a constant struggle of mine. However, living with abuse is what actually caused me to become a shell of a person. My raver days and journals to God and drugs for...
Story Submissions Wanted!
Each week I am going to be posting an inspirational story from someone who has battled, and overcome adversity. You were all so moved by my story, so imagine what a VILLAGE of us sharing our truths can do! Drugs, alcohol, food, sex, gambling, hoarding, self-harm,...
Katrina’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
***TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM*** My story starts off with what I used to be like. If I could describe what I was like growing up I would say I was alone. I never felt a part of anything. I battled cancer as a child and it left me hearing impaired. I was self-conscious...
Anthony’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
Hello, my name is Anthony (Tony) and I'm an alcoholic. I was a typical teenager who would party with friends, smoke weed, and drink A LOT. It wasn't until I was about 20 years old that I really hit the bottle hard. At the time I lived with my cousin, who is also an...
Julie’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
We are all recovering from something, right? Whether it’s an illness, an abusive relationship, or a bad batch of enchiladas we’re all in the healing process. We have two choices when life throws us a curveball; hold onto it and let it decay us from the inside out OR...
Natalie’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
I was 16 years old. My parents moved my brother and me out of the city and to a beautiful suburb of Chicago to try and give us better opportunities. Changing schools was hard for me...especially as a high school student. I started withdrawing from almost everything. I...
Vanessa’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
Growing up, society taught me that I should not disclose that I am an alcoholic or an addict - that my addiction is something I should be ashamed of. I heard this message every time someone described another person's behavior to be that of a “crackhead.” Every time...
Kaitlin’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
I grew up with a loving family. We lived in a nice neighborhood and had everything we wanted and needed. The only thing that was different in my family, was that my father was not in my life. When I was a year old my father went to prison for the first time for...
Kendra’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
***Trigger Warning: Self-Harm*** Growing up I always thought people chose to be addicted to drugs and alcohol. No one really drank in my immediate family and there was definitely no drug use. I grew up showing horses and was raised with good morals and values. My...
Alexis’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
***Trigger Warning: Self-Harm*** My name is Alexis. I'm 23 years old and have almost 2 and a half years clean from drugs and self-harm. My drugs of choice were heroin and cocaine. I grew up in a middle-class family in Colorado and had everything I needed. All was well...
Caitlin’s Story – Recovering Beautifully
My son was 3 months old when I tried heroin and meth for the first time. Shortly after that, I lost everything I’d ever known to be good in my life and it didn’t take long to lose sight of all HOPE. Within my son's first year of his life, I was in an abusive...