The recovery community is a family. A large, funky, and dysfunctional one, to be sure, but a family that holds up a loving mirror that says: you are welcome here.

 

In most recovery spaces I’ve found a level of honesty and truth that is hard to find anywhere else. There are no masks. The social hierarchy is non-existent. It doesn’t matter if you live in a Southern mansion and your daddy’s a millionaire or if you’ve come into the rooms from the biting cold of the cardboard-lined streets.

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Something gritty and beautiful happens in recovery places. Perhaps you’ve experienced it, too. Or perhaps you, like countless of us, are searching for a better way. A new way. A life of healing and purpose and meaning.