Celebrate Recovery

05/26/2026

I can’t say that I always understood why some things work out and some things don’t, I just try to remember that life happens the way it’s meant to.
Why some relationships make it and others don’t..and no amount of hoping or fighting can change what’s destined to be.
What I do know that out of some of my life’s greatest pain has arisen some of my best triumphs.
The lessons I learned through struggle are the things that have stuck with me and while it was tough, I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I think back to all the times wanting something to work out the way I wanted only to have it fall apart in front of my face.
It was devastating at the time, but later, I was rewarded with something much better.
It’s hard to be patient, to try to have vision and see the bigger picture when you want something so badly that it’s all you can think of.
It’s mysterious and wonderfully amazing how life works if you truly step back and embrace the knowledge that what’s meant to be will always find a way..
And to always see the opportunities in closed doors, no matter how much it hurts.
I’ve had to fall to be able to rise again.
I had to lose people to find better ones.
I had to see the open doors that closed paths forced me to see.
I may not have always gotten what I’ve wanted, but I’ve always gotten what I’ve needed.
It’s hard to open your eyes to the truth when you’re hurting and try to understand the why of something, but it’s always there,
Waiting to be understood.
I’ll never quite know why some things change while others stay the same, but I’ve realized that I don’t have to know everything to be happy..
I just have to know that no matter what happens and why, I’ll always find my way through to a better place.
In the end, I choose to be happy for the pain that taught me, the lessons that showed me and the love that blessed me..
Cause in the end, they’re all part of this beautiful circle of life..
Always remembering that in every end, there is a new beginning..we just have to look for it.
I, for one, wouldn’t change a thing about it..
Except maybe for chocolate.
I could always have more of that.
Life, love and chocolate..
Doesn’t get much better than that.
|ravenwolf

05/19/2026

Good morning everyone;) Recovery has a way of sharpening your eyes… and breaking your heart at the same time. In the beginning, everything feels loud. Everyone sounds confident. Everyone seems healed. Everyone knows the “right” words to say. And sometimes it becomes almost impossible to tell what’s real and what’s just well-packaged performance. You start noticing that not all smiles mean peace. Not all sobriety means surrender. Not all motivation means transformation. Some people are chasing applause. Some are chasing distractions. Some are chasing a feeling. But real recovery? Real recovery is quiet. It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. It’s lonely. It’s waking up and choosing honesty when lying would be easier. It’s admitting you’re not okay instead of pretending you are. It’s doing the work when nobody is watching. In a world where filters exist for everything — even healing — learning to discern what’s genuine can feel exhausting. But here’s the truth: you don’t need to figure everyone else out to stay on your path. Focus on your feet. Focus on your next right step. Focus on becoming someone who doesn’t just talk about change… but lives it. Let others perform if they want. Let others pretend if they choose. You keep showing up. You keep telling the truth. You keep doing the uncomfortable work. Because real recovery doesn’t need to be loud. It doesn’t need to be flashy. It doesn’t need to convince anyone. Real recovery speaks for itself. I love you all so much. You already know…CLEAN & SOBER THAT’S WHAT’S UP!

Thank you for sharing this Ruth W.💜

05/06/2026

Yes!

God uses every part of our story for His glory!
Tell your story, beloved!

05/03/2026

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04/19/2026

The same God that walks with me today, walked with me then.

It’ll bring me to tears right now.

One of my worst fears as a mother is that any of my children ever end up addicted. I can not imagine it.

But, every time I shoved a needle in my skin, God saw. And I am his child.

I know how worried my mother was, and she truly didn’t know half of the things I was doing.

God saw EVERYTHING. Imagine how he felt, sitting beside me watching me kill myself.

Not only did he watch. But, he still loved me. He saw every horrible thing I did. He saw every drug. He saw every crime. He knew every evil thought.

He still saw me worthy.
He still saved me.
He gave his life for a ju**ie like me.

As much as he loves me now, he loved me then.

Now, think about how you treat people. Because if the almighty God can give grace and love to drug addicts and homeless people and prostitutes...how could you ever sit so high to judge?

Matthew 9:11-12

But when the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with such scum?”

When Jesus heard this, he said, “Healthy people don’t need a doctor—sick people do.”
- written by Shay Walters
Shay Walters

04/16/2026

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Poetry of Being

04/08/2026

Take the deep breath
Take the break
Take the walk
Take the nap

Your body needs you to listen

Much love & stay kind!

Meg xo
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