Monday, September 7, 2026

The Medicine They Don’t Put on the Discharge Plan


The first time my sons looked at me with real trust again, it was not a meeting.


It was a quiet night in a small house. They were safe. I was present. Nobody was waiting for the next explosion. For a long time I had lived in addiction, in an abusive marriage, in a shed behind my in-laws, in apartments and trailers where I lay awake listening to them breathe and wondering if we would ever get out. The years I missed do not come back. The scars do not vanish because you collect chips.


What changed the temperature in that room was not a worksheet. It was this: we finally belonged somewhere that did not hurt anymore.


I have spent years as a clinician watching programs promise “community” and then hand people a printout that says build a support network like that is a stop at the grocery store. Then they send them home to a town where the nearest meeting is forty minutes on black ice, the old friends are still using, and the hometown has no place to put a newly sober body.


That gap is not a personal failure. It is the hole the system keeps calling “aftercare.”


What the country is finally admitting

In July 2026, the New York Times wrote about Recovery Cafés, sober gyms, climbing walls, shared meals, free coffee. John Kelly at Mass General Brigham’s Recovery Research Institute called it a renaissance. Recovery Café Network grew from 21 cafés in 2020 to 92 in 2025. The Phoenix went from about 20,000 new-member enrollments to more than 433,000.


The Phoenix reports 83 percent of new members sober at three months. When Kelly followed members for six months against other people in recovery, drinking days looked similar. The difference was harm: fewer financial crashes, fewer wrecked friendships, fewer nights of hurting the people you love.


Read that again. Not fewer drinks, necessarily. Fewer wreckages.


That is the outcome families actually care about. That is the outcome a school community can feel in a kid who stops scanning the door. That is the outcome a hiring manager never sees on a résumé and a clinician should be measuring instead of attendance sheets.


Scott Strode, who built The Phoenix after finding his own recovery in a boxing gym, said the line that should be on every discharge plan: when he started thinking of himself as a climber and a triathlete, there was less room in his head to think of himself as “addict and stupid.”


Identity is not extra. Identity is the treatment.


Isolation is a clinical risk, not a character flaw

The World Health Organization has named loneliness a public-health emergency. Isolation changes bodies, outcomes, and whether people stay in care.


Recovery research has been saying the same thing in plainer clothes. Belonging to a network of people in recovery is one of the strongest predictors of staying in remission. The shift from isolation to connectedness is not a soft add-on. It is part of how addiction becomes a life.


A 2025 study on AA found that part of why meetings helped drinking was that people’s social networks changed. Fewer drinkers around them. More people living differently. The room mattered because the roster changed.


So when a program treats connection like an assignment and isolation like noncompliance, it has the science backward.


What addiction actually stole

It did not only steal substances or time.


It stole Saturdays.


It stole the people who expected you.


It stole a role that was not “the problem.”


It stole the feeling of being useful without having to bleed for it.


Then treatment, if you can get it, often gives you language and a schedule and sends you back to a life with the function of the old world removed and nothing put in its place.


Of course the nervous system goes hunting. Phone. Food. Work. A person who loves you too much too soon. A quiet Tuesday that feels more dangerous than chaos ever did.


Community is not a vibe. Community is how you replace the job the old life was doing.


If you do not live where the climbing wall is

I practice in the Northwoods. We do not have a warehouse of battle ropes on every corner. We have winter, distance, one grocery store, a church basement if you are lucky, a Facebook thread if you are luckier.


The model is not the gym.


The model is what Kelly named: new places, new people, new rituals, a reason to be useful.


You can build that in a town of 800.


It looks like two people at the same gas-station counter every Tuesday at 7 a.m.


A text thread that does not call itself a program. It calls itself don’t let me disappear.


A walk around the high-school track in February.


A garage potluck where nobody drinks and nobody has to perform the Serenity Prayer.


A library table. A tribal center kitchen. A fire pit. The transfer station on Saturday when you keep talking after the bags go in.


Rural recovery has always been unofficial community. We stopped trusting it because it did not come with a certificate.


How to build it without waiting for a ribbon-cutting

Do not wait for a café to open. Start smaller than your pride wants.


Name the real need.


Not “I should go to more meetings.”


I need people who expect me when I do not want to be seen.


Borrow rooms that already exist.


Library. Church. School track. Rec department. Community center. A coffee shop that will let you sit. You do not need a grant to sit across from one person with a rule: we tell the truth, and we do not use.


Attach recovery to something you already almost like.


Walking. Cards. Fishing. Cooking for somebody else’s kids. The activity is the excuse. The belonging is the treatment.


Be useful on purpose.


Make the coffee. Send the reminder. Give the ride. Shame loosens fastest when you have a job in the room that is not “be the cautionary tale.”


Individualize it or it dies.


If a circle of thirty makes your skin crawl, two people and a walk may be your café. If you are neurodivergent, fluorescent lights and unstructured sharing may be a trigger, not a gift. Change the container. Keep the connection.


If you have kids in the house.


They do not need your meeting minutes. They need a parent who belongs somewhere that makes them safer when they come home. Repair is not gifts and yes-to-everything. Repair is predictability. Community that holds you is part of how you hold them.


If you are a professional.


Stop measuring only urine and attendance. Ask whether the person has one human who would notice if they vanished. If the answer is no, that is the treatment plan, not a footnote.


The honest limit

A climbing gym will not replace medication. A potluck will not treat trauma by itself. A café will not fix a system that still kicks people out for missing group.


Some sober rooms get cliquish. Some demand gratitude you do not feel. Some become the new intensity. If you leave more managed than human, that is not medicine. That is another costume.


The test is simple. After you leave, do you feel more like a person or more like a case?


What belonging actually looks like

It is not a keynote.


It is laughing at something stupid and nobody watching your hands.


It is someone texting you when you do not show, not the group chat.


It is talking about deer, or a kid’s game, or how the lake looks in October, and still being in recovery while you do it.


It is sitting in a room where you are not the problem. You are a person who came back.


I have seen that look on clients. I have seen it on my sons. Safety first. Then belonging. Then the rest of the work has somewhere to land.


The sentence I want you to keep

You do not have to find your people this week.


You have to stop treating isolation like a private embarrassment and start treating it like the risk it is.


One standing date.


One person who knows the truth.


One ritual that is not using and not sitting alone with the shame.


That is a Recovery Café with no lease.


Demand better care when you can. Build the table when the system will not. Show up unfinished. Leave the door unlocked for the next person who thinks they have to do this in a silent house.


You deserve a life with other people in it who want you there sober.


Not because you earned it.


Because isolation was never the treatment plan.


Progress is progress even when the “program” is a Tuesday coffee and a text that says still here.


— Belle


Sources


Simar Bajaj, “Can Rock Climbing, Weight Lifting and Shared Meals Keep People Sober?” The New York Times, July 25, 2026.


John F. Kelly, Recovery Research Institute, Mass General Brigham (quoted in the Times piece above).


The Phoenix (member outcomes and enrollment figures cited in the Times reporting).


Recovery Café Network, history and impact reporting, 2024–2026.


World Health Organization Commission on Social Connection, From loneliness to social connection, 2025.


Levitt et al., “Changes in alcohol-related social network composition mediate the effects of AA meeting attendance…,” Addiction, 2025.


Journal of Substance Use and Addiction Treatment research on social networks and recovery support, 2025.

 Weaponized Self-Talk: Your Daily Dose of Don’t Give a F*ck

September 7, 2026 — Labor Day
Trigger:
It’s a holiday built for rest and you’re still treating yourself like a machine that only gets to stop if it breaks. 🔥
Rewrite:
You are more than what you produce. Labor Day is not a participation trophy for people who never clock out of survival mode. Your worth did not take the day off. Neither should your right to rest. 💪
The Move:
Do one thing today that is not work, not catching up, and not proving you deserve the day. Just take it.
Progress is progress — mile or millimeter. 🌱

Friday, September 4, 2026

I am trying to be the person I needed when I was still trying to get better.

I am trying to be the person I needed when I was still trying to get better.

Not the polished version. The one who tells the truth. The one who doesn’t disappear when it gets ugly. The one who knows what it costs to stay in the work — addiction, mental health, the family wreckage around it — and still shows up.

If that’s your world — you lived it, you love someone in it, you lost someone to it, or you work in it — I built a Substack for us.

I’m not asking the internet to save me. I’m asking five people this week to become paid subscribers so the mortgage, the car, and the lights stay on while I keep writing the thing I wish had existed sooner.

Read a few pieces first. If it’s real to you, stay. If you can go paid, that money doesn’t vanish into a void. It keeps this work in the world.

Link in comments / bio. https://progressisprogress.substack.com/
Five seats. That’s the whole ask.

Monday, August 31, 2026

The 72-Hour / 7-Day / 30-Day Reoccurrence Protocol


 The 72-Hour / 7-Day / 30-Day Reoccurrence Protocol What to do the night of a slip — and the 30 days after — without throwing away everything you already built

I still remember the exact feeling in my chest.

Not the cinematic version. Not the “rock bottom in a parking lot” version people expect. It was quieter than that. A handful of choices that felt almost reasonable until they weren’t. Then the shock, like the air had been sucked out of the room. Stabbing pain. Anxiety that sent electricity through my hands and tied my stomach into knots. Numbness layered on top of all of it. That sick, hollow question: How the hell did I find my way back here?

My last relapse wasn’t even chemical. It was behavioral. Criminal, actually. But whether it’s substances, a process addiction, or what a lot of us now call a reoccurrence of use, the aftermath feels the same.

Shame volume all the way up.
That nasty master voice screaming YOU’RE RUINED.
And the recovery culture around us making it worse by treating that moment like it erased every hard-won inch that came before it.

“Day one.”
“Start over.”
“You threw it all away.”

That language is not just unkind. It is clinically stupid. A slip does not wipe the skills out of your body. It does not delete the years you practiced getting back up. It does not make you the same person you were the first time you tried to stop. It gives you data — ugly, useful data — about what was still raw, what you needed and didn’t ask for, and where the old survival strategies tried to take the wheel again.

This is the philosophy.
The rest of this piece is the playbook.

Because philosophy does not help you at 1:47 a.m. when your hands are still shaking and you cannot decide whether to tell anyone, whether to sleep, whether you even get to keep the life you built.

If you are in that window right now: you have not failed recovery. You are in the highest-intent moment of it. What you do in the next 72 hours, 7 days, and 30 days matters more than the story you are telling yourself about the slip.


The rule that keeps people alive

A reoccurrence is information, not a verdict.

You do not have to feel that yet. You just have to act as if it is true long enough to get through the night.

The protocol below is not a one-size-fits-all worksheet. Individualize it. If something does not fit your life, your kids, your meds, your rural reality, your neurodivergent brain — change it. The only version that works is the one you will actually use.

Safety first: If you used in a way that could be medically dangerous (alcohol + benzos, unknown pills, chest pain, seizure, can’t stay awake, suicidal intent), this is not a “wait and journal” moment. Get emergency help. 988. ER. Someone who can stay with you. The protocol starts after you are physically safe.


THE NIGHT OF (Hour 0–12)

The goal of night one is not insight.
The goal is containment.

You are trying to do four things:

  1. Stop the slide.
  2. Get one safe human in the loop.
  3. Protect sleep, food, and your body.
  4. Keep shame from making the next decision for you.

What to do in the first hour

1. Get out of the scene.
Leave the room, the car, the app, the person, the stash energy. Change rooms if that is all you can do. Cold water on your face. Lights on. Shoes on. You are interrupting the trance, not proving a point.

2. Tell one safe person the real version.
Not the polished version. Not the “I’m fine, just tired” version. One human. Within hours, not days.

Script you can copy and send as-is:

“I slipped. I’m safe. I don’t need you to fix it. I need you to know so I don’t hide. Can you check on me tomorrow morning?”

If you cannot say “slipped,” say:

“I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I’m not okay, but I’m here. Please don’t lecture. Just don’t let me disappear.”

Who counts as safe: someone who will not explode, will not gossip to your whole family tonight, and will not use it as a weapon later. A sponsor, a recovery friend, a partner who can stay regulated, a coach, a peer. If you do not have that person, use a warm line, a meeting chat, or 988 rather than sitting in silence. Shame grows in silence. Honesty starts the repair.

3. Do not make the second decision tonight.
Do not decide your whole identity. Do not decide to leave your marriage, quit your job, tell the kids everything, or “go all the way” because you already “blew it.” Night-of thinking is not strategic thinking. Your only job is: no more harm tonight.

4. Basic body care, even if it feels stupid.
Water. Food if you can keep it down. Phone charger. Lock or remove what you can without turning the house into a crime scene. If you take prescribed medication for opioid use disorder, mental health, or sleep, do not freelance that tonight. Contact your prescriber or the on-call number in the morning. Do not “punish” yourself by skipping meds that keep you stable.

5. Write three ugly sentences.
Not a novel. Three lines:

  • What happened.
  • What I needed that I didn’t get or ask for.
  • Who I told / who I will tell by morning.

That is enough. You just created a record so tomorrow-you doesn’t have to reconstruct the night through shame fog.

What not to do tonight

  • Do not confess to every person in your life at 2 a.m.
  • Do not post about it.
  • Do not drive if you are still impaired.
  • Do not make promises you cannot keep at sunrise.
  • Do not use the slip as permission for a full run. That is the shame talking: you already ruined it, so finish the job. That voice is lying.

IF YOU HID IT

Hiding is not the same as privacy. Privacy is “I will tell the right people in the right order.” Hiding is “if nobody knows, it didn’t happen.”

Hiding almost always buys you 24 hours and costs you 24 days.

Tonight: tell one safe person anyway. The hiding is often more dangerous than the use.

Within 72 hours: decide the smallest true sentence you can live with.

Script for a partner:

“I need to tell you something I should have said sooner. I used / I slipped. I hid it because I was ashamed and I didn’t want to blow up our house in the middle of the night. I’m telling you now because hiding will make this worse. I’m safe. I’m getting back on my plan. I know this is going to land hard. I’m here for the conversation when you’re ready.”

Do not lead with a speech about how much you love them. Lead with the fact. Then stay. Disappearing after the confession is the second injury.

If they need space, give space. If they need a plan, give a plan. If they need you to leave the house for a night so they can think, that is not punishment. That is regulation.


IF THE KIDS SAW

This is the one that wrecks people. The guilt is nuclear. You will want to either over-explain or pretend nothing happened.

Kids do not need the adult plot. They need two things: safety and honesty at their level.

If they saw you impaired, fighting, crying, leaving, or being loud:

Tonight or first thing in the morning, once you are sober enough to be coherent:

“You saw something last night that was scary / confusing. That was not your fault. I made a mistake. I am getting help. You are safe. You can ask me questions.”

Then stop. Do not give details about substances, dealers, or your marriage. Do not make them your therapist. Do not promise “this will never happen again” if you cannot control that sentence. Promise what you can control: “I am going to talk to people who help me. I am going to keep you safe.”

If they saw something that made them unsafe (you driving, you passed out, you leaving them alone), that is not a “wait and see.” Get another adult in the home. That is protection, not failure.

Repair over the next week is not gifts and yes-to-everything. Repair is showing up sober, predictable, and present. The overcompensation spiral — spoiling them to buy back the night — usually makes you feel better for an hour and teaches them nothing.


THE 72-HOUR WINDOW

Goal: honesty + stabilization + one plan update.
Not a personality transplant.

Day 1

  • Tell the one person (if you didn’t last night).
  • Eat. Hydrate. Sleep as best you can.
  • If you are on MOUD or psych meds, message your prescriber: “I had a reoccurrence. I need guidance on next doses / whether to come in.” Do not white-knuckle a medication decision out of shame.
  • Cancel or postpone anything that requires you to perform “fine.”
  • Go to a meeting, a peer, a coach, or a walk with a human. Online counts. Showing up messy counts.

Day 2

Do the Data, Not Drama table. Three columns. No self-flagellation.

Leading up to itWhat I needed and didn’t getOne small change this week
Sleep was shot for 10 days. Work win. Isolated.Rest. To tell someone I was scared of the good thing.Phone out of the bedroom. Text ___ every morning.

That’s it. You are collecting data, not writing your obituary.

Day 3

Make the 7-day plan on paper. If it is only in your head, shame will edit it.

Minimum viable plan:

  • Sleep window
  • Who you check in with (name + time)
  • Meeting / coaching / walk schedule
  • What you will not decide this week (big life detonations)
  • One sentence you will say when the “day one” voice starts

Sentence that works:

“I did not start over. I got information. I am using it.”


THE 7-DAY WINDOW

Goal: re-enter your life without performing recovery.

This is where people either disappear or overcorrect into Perfect Sober Person theater. Both are sabotage.

Do this:

  • Keep the check-ins even when you feel “better.” Day 4 and 5 are when people ghost because the panic dropped and the shame is still running the show.
  • Repair without the performance. If someone was affected:

“I slipped. I’m sorry. Here’s what I’m doing. I’m still here.”

No disappearing for a week. No 20-minute apology speech that makes them have to take care of your guilt.

  • Reclaim both numbers: consecutive days and total days of effort. Your recovery history is longer than this streak.
  • Update the safety map. What early signs did you ignore? Success? Boredom? A family weekend? A quiet Tuesday? Put the actual warning sign on the plan, not a generic “avoid triggers.”

Do not do this:

  • Book a 30-day residential stay out of panic if what you actually need is sleep, meds, and one honest conversation. Sometimes a higher level of care is right. Panic-booking to punish yourself is not the same as assessing need.
  • Tell the entire extended family because you want to “be honest.” Honesty without a container is just more chaos.
  • Use work as the new drug so you don’t have to feel the week.

Rural / Northwoods note: if the nearest meeting is an hour away and you have kids, online plus one human text thread is a real plan. Do not fail the week because the plan required a life you do not have.


THE 30-DAY WINDOW

Goal: turn the slip into an updated operating system.

By day 30 you should be able to answer, in plain language:

  • What was happening in the two weeks before?
  • What need was the behavior trying to meet?
  • What is different in my plan now?
  • Who knows, and how do they check on me?
  • What does “getting better” look like this month that is not a perfect streak?

This is also when the “I threw it all away” story either dies or becomes your new identity. Kill it on purpose.

Write this down and put it where you will see it:

A slip is a step back. It is not the end of the journey.
The skills are still in your body. The insight is still in your mind. The capacity to choose differently is still available. You are almost always farther along than the shame wants you to believe.

If process addictions tried to take the wheel after the chemical slip — phone, food, work, a chaotic text — that is part of the same data set. Treat it as the next layer, not proof you are fake.


Scripts you can steal

To a meeting / group:
“I had a reoccurrence. I’m here. I don’t need a lecture. I need to not be alone with it.”

To your prescriber:
“I used [substance / I had a behavioral slip] on [date]. I’m not looking for punishment. I need a safe plan for medications and follow-up this week.”

To yourself at 3 a.m. on day 6:
“This is shame, not truth. I already told someone. I already ate. I already have a plan for tomorrow. I do not have to solve my whole life before sunrise.”

To a family member who wants a guarantee:
“I can’t promise I will never struggle again. I can promise I will not hide this time, and I will keep using the plan we just wrote.”


The thing I need you to hear

You did not suddenly forget how to be sober.
You did not become the person you were on day one.
You hit a patch of ice on a trail you have already walked for miles.

The work now is not burning the map.
The work is getting back on the trail with better information, more honesty, and less self-loathing than last time.

Progress is progress. Even the messy kind. Especially the messy kind.

If you are in the 72-hour window and you need a human who will not treat you like a disappointment, that is the work I do. Not because you failed. Because this is the moment that decides whether the slip becomes a chapter or a new identity.

You are still in this.

— Belle

Weaponized Self-Talk: Your Daily Dose of Don’t Give a F*ck



August 31, 2026
Trigger: It’s Monday, and you’re already measuring the whole week against a version of you that never drops the ball. 🔥
Rewrite: You are not behind. You are not late. A hard weekend does not cancel the work you’ve already done. Stop putting yourself on trial before the week even starts.
The Move: Pick one thing that actually matters today. Do that. Let the rest of the imaginary scoreboard go.
Progress is progress — mile or millimeter. 🌱

Thursday, August 27, 2026

Weaponized Self-Talk: Your Daily Dose of Don’t Give a F*ck

 


Weaponized Self-Talk: Your Daily Dose of Don’t Give a F*ck

August 27, 2026
Trigger:
You’re grieving the years, the people, and the version of yourself that got lost in the chaos—and it still feels like you’re not “supposed” to.
Rewrite:
Grief does not mean you’re ungrateful for how far you’ve come. It means you loved something, even if it was messy. Feel it. It’s part of the healing, not a failure of it.
The Move:
Give the grief ten uninterrupted minutes today. No fixing, no spiritual bypassing. Just let it move through.
Progress is progress — mile or millimeter.

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Day 3 - 7 Day Messy Progress Challenge

 


DAY 3: FACE THE SHAME, DON’T FEED IT 


DAY 3 PUMPUP! 


Yesterday we celebrated micro victories. Today we’re going to face the sneakiest recovery saboteur: shame. Shame is the accelerant when fear and failure show up. Shame whispers that you’re broken, damaged goods. You don’t deserve happiness. You’ll never ____________ enough. 

Here we’ve named shame and we’re refusing to let it drive our actions. Today we face shame head on. Even a little bit. That’s messy brave progress. 


DAY 3 REFLECTION: Post below! (If you’re comfortable) 

Share an example of shame trying to creep in today (or this week). What was said to you? How did you react? Or how could you react next time? Remember: no shame here. If deep isn’t happening, that’s okay. Naming it out loud here is victory enough. Comment on two other posts as well. 


DAY 3 JOURNAL PROMPT: When has shame recently tried to convince you to give up on yourself? What words did shame specifically use? What were you afraid if those words were true?

Take a moment and write yourself a little love letter. If someone you cared about said those things about themselves what would you say to them? Allow yourself to credit for facing shame today (even if you felt defeated). Write: I am not my shame. I am the person who showed up today.

_______ is bigger than my shame. 


DAY 3 MINDFULNESS PRACTICE: Spend 5-7 minutes practicing RAIN: 


Recognize the shame. Feel it in your body or mind appearing

Allow the shame to exist without pushing it away.

Investigate with love- What are you scared of? What old story are you believing about yourself?

Nurture yourself as you would someone you loved.


Get comfy, close your eyes, and take your time working through whatever shame is present using RAIN.


OPTIONAL EXERCISE: 

RAIN guided meditation on healing shame with Tara Brach: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlyuGSwaZQ8


REAL TALK FROM A COACH WHO’VE BEEN THERE…

James felt like there was a silent war raging inside of him and no one else seemed to notice. Raised in a household where your lips are sewn shut if there was drama and emotions were hidden behind stern faces and tight smiles. James kept his emotions to himself so well that by the time he realized something was off. By 21 years old, drinking numbed him out enough that he liked the feeling. At first… 


Then it became too much. Wake up. Drink some more. rinse, repeat. He spent every day fighting the internal voice that shouted he was damaged beyond repair and incapable of love or being loved again. He became a professional secret holder and learned how to plaster on a fake smile and keep the jokes coming. Whatever was happening inside, stay hooked up on the outside.


The first time James spoke the words “I am ashamed.” Wasn’t anywhere near a moment of enlightenment at a mountaintop. It was sitting in circle holding someone’s shook hand, voice cracking, tears fighting to be hidden because crying felt like weakness. The words ripped through his throat and every part of him wanted to curl up in shame over spilling out so much pain. Vulnerability felt dangerous. But saying those words aloud left him terrified, ripped open, and completely exposed.


What he said next to nobody but himself would be the start of facing his shame instead of letting shame face him. I am not my shame. I am the person who loved hard enough to feel this pain.


Work is hard. Healing even harder. Reach out anytime. 


COACHES GETTING REAL: 

Today we face shame. It feels yucky and uncomfortable, but it won’t feed itself if we shine some light. Reach out today if shame is looming large or if you’re just here to cheer someone else on. We can do this together. 


Community Growth Wins: 


Comment on two other people’s posts. 

Tag one friend who might be struggling with shame or guilt today. https://www.skool.com/progress-is-progress-coaching-3648 

Journal any learning in your Tiny Wins + Lessons notebook.


Tomorrow we’ll learn how to accept setbacks without shame hijacking our emotions again. Day 4 


The Medicine They Don’t Put on the Discharge Plan

The first time my sons looked at me with real trust again, it was not a meeting. It was a quiet night in a small house. They were safe. I wa...