Having someone in your corner who has been through recovery, knows what it’s like, and has no agenda other than to support you is so valuable. That being said…

A Recovery Coach Professional shares three things she loves about recovery coaching - from building connection and staying curious to using lived experience to help others feel less alone.

There is not one “right way” to heal and there definitely isn’t a straight path. My recovery story was messy and doesn’t fit into one box, and that is okay. 

What you don’t see on the recovery pamphlet is that for many of us, it’s part trauma response. Eating disorders affect people of all genders, ages, races, and sizes.

It doesn’t change what happened to you, but it might change how it lives in your body and transform something that feels heavy and shameful into something bearable. And for me it makes me think, See? I’m not crazy! They’ve felt it too.

This new project takes that idea one step further and creates space for community members and businesses to share, discover, and promote these events for a healthier Chippewa Valley.

With more people choosing to abstain than ever before, the expectation to drink just because we’re socializing is outdated. Here’s how to update your holiday get-together with a recovery-friendly vibe…

That’s why apocalypse isn’t always bad. It’s uncomfortable. Revelation shows something you thought was true isn’t. Something you built your life on gets exposed. Something has to end for something real to begin. 

The way depression is diagnosed, with a questionnaire about your feelings and behaviors and their durations, is not as perspicuous as, say, a blood test for diabetes. There’s no way of knowing that you’re in need of medication until you give it a go and see if it helps with symptoms.

Between teeing off and putting on the green, I was always in the deep stuff. And now, standing on this perfect, short grass? It felt weird. Too clean. Too open. I could see my ball clearly. I knew I shouldn’t use my usual “rough swing” because that would tear up the fairway, and I didn’t want to ruin it for the next person. But now I have no excuses. I couldn’t say, “Well, I could barely see my ball,” or “Those trees were in the way.” It was just me, the ball, and wide-open space.