Tag: sober living
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From Survival to Thriving
For so long, my only goal was survival.Make it through the day without falling apart.Hold it together long enough so no one could see how broken I was.Stay hidden. Stay numb. Stay alive—barely. Addiction taught me to live small, to settle for scraps, to believe that survival was the best I could hope for. And…
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Becoming the Woman I Needed
When I started Radiant Redemption, it wasn’t because I had everything figured out. It wasn’t because I knew exactly what I was doing. It was simply because I hoped that sharing my story might reach just one woman who was hurting, just one woman who felt like I once did—lost, ashamed, and drowning in addiction.…
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Healing Isn’t Linear (and That’s Okay)
If there’s one thing recovery has taught me, it’s this: healing is not a straight line. I don’t care how many self-help books you read or how many inspirational quotes you pin to your vision board—progress is never perfect. It’s messy. It’s two steps forward, one step back. Sometimes it’s falling flat on your face…
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Forgiveness Isn’t Weak—It’s Revolutionary
Let’s just say it out loud: forgiveness can feel impossible. When someone hurts you—deeply, repeatedly, or without remorse—it can feel like the most unnatural thing in the world to let it go. And for years, I didn’t. I held tight to that pain like a shield, convinced that forgiveness meant surrendering my power or pretending…
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Redefining What You Deserve
et’s get something straight—healing isn’t just about staying sober. It’s about redefining the rules we’ve lived by—especially the ones about what we think we deserve. And I’ll be honest: for a long time, I believed I didn’t deserve anything good. I didn’t deserve rest. I didn’t deserve kindness. I didn’t deserve love, grace, or the…
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Coming Home to Ourselves: Learning to Feel Safe in Our Own Bodies
For a long time, my body didn’t feel like home.It felt like a war zone. A stranger. A thing I dragged around, numbed, ignored, and punished. In active addiction, I became completely disconnected from myself—not just emotionally or spiritually, but physically too. I couldn’t tell you what hunger or rest or joy felt like because…
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Confronting the Inner Critic: She’s Loud, But She’s Not Right
If there’s one voice I’ve known longer than any other, it’s the one inside my head telling me I’m not enough—or worse, that I’m too much. Too emotional. Too intense. Too messy. Too complicated.Not smart enough. Not lovable enough. Not worthy enough. It’s the voice that whispers when I walk into a room:“If they really…
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The In-Between: Becoming Her, While Still Shedding Me
There’s a strange ache that settles in your bones during recovery. It’s not the ache of detox or withdrawals—it’s the ache of transformation. Of standing in the space between who you used to be and who you’re becoming, unsure of what to do with your hands, your voice, or your heart. This is the in-between.…
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You Are Not Your Worst Moment
Let’s start with the truth: I did something I never thought I’d be capable of. More than one thing, actually. Things that still make my stomach turn when I think about them. And for a long time, I let those moments become my identity. During the peak of my addiction, I was so desperate to…
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Beauty in the Wreckage: Making Peace with the Past
For the longest time, I thought my past was proof that I was unworthy of love, grace, or anything good. I carried my shame like a second skin—tight, suffocating, and invisible to most. I believed that if people really knew what I had done, who I had been, they’d run. Addiction didn’t just strip me…
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