by PAL | Aug 31, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
For almost thirty years, I was convinced that I was the reason. I was eleven years old when my family was involved in a car accident that took the life of my older sister and left my mother with injuries she would ultimately die from six years later. Two hours before...
by PAL | Aug 1, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
There was a time in my life when I was convinced that Hope was something I had run out of. I couldn’t imagine a future much different from the life I was living. Every promise I made to myself seemed to end the same way. Every attempt to change felt temporary....
by PAL | Jul 1, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
Every July, we celebrate freedom. But somewhere along the way, I realized something about recovery: Freedom isn’t free. In fact, recovery has cost me a great deal. It cost me my way of doing things. I had to stop being the exception. Stop believing I was somehow...
by PAL | Jun 1, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
June in Phoenix has a way of reminding me. The heat doesn’t ask permission before it arrives. It settles over everything – sidewalks, steering wheels, skin, breath. There is a heaviness to it that only people who have lived through an Arizona summer truly...
by PAL | May 1, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
Mother’s Day used to be complicated for me. Not because I didn’t believe in it… but because I didn’t know where I fit in it. There was a time in my life when I wasn’t showing up as the kind of daughter any mother would feel celebrated by. I was the one creating chaos....
by PAL | Apr 1, 2026 | Someone In Recovery
It had four walls. A front seat, a back seat, and a windshield that turned the Phoenix sun into something almost unbearable. By mid‑morning, the heat would begin to rise, and by afternoon it pressed in from every direction—thick and unmoving—making it hard to breathe....
