When I wrote previously about Desiderata by Max Ehrmann, recovery wisdom on election night, and even transforming fear into freedom in challenging times, I was trying to practice what recovery has taught me: acceptance is not apathy, peace is not denial, and serenity is not the same thing as surrender.

Those truths still matter to me. Maybe more than ever.

And so does another recovery truth: community heals, isolation divides.

After Desiderata, without surrender

Why silence is no longer an option

I never believed any of this was normal. I never believed cruelty, corruption, grift, and authoritarian posturing were somehow part of a healthy civic life. What has become harder to ignore, though, is not only Trump himself, but the system of people around him who continue to excuse, enable, sanitize, and enforce his behavior at the highest levels of government.

That is where my attention is now. Not primarily on ordinary voters, many of whom are carrying pain, frustration, exhaustion, and legitimate distrust of broken institutions. Human beings are more complicated than partisan caricatures, and recovery has taught me to resist flattening people into cartoons. My deeper concern is with those in Congress, in the cabinet, in party leadership, and across the wider machinery of power who know better and continue to cooperate anyway.

Because recovery has also taught me something else: rigorous honesty.

And rigorous honesty requires saying this plainly. Whatever hope some once projected onto Trump, the reality now in front of us is failure wrapped in propaganda and protected by cowardice. He promised affordability, stability, strength, and peace. Instead, the country is absorbing another energy shock, another wave of fear-based governance, another season of legal chaos, and another round of demands that we deny what we can plainly see.

Trump is not doing this alone. He is being enabled by people who know better and continue anyway — people who trade truth for access, conscience for ambition, and public duty for political survival. That betrayal may be even more dangerous than Trump himself. One reckless man is a crisis. A governing class that keeps choosing to protect him is a moral collapse.

Why Trump’s affordability promise has collapsed

Start with affordability, because that was supposed to be the easy promise. Americans were told life would get cheaper, calmer, and more secure. Instead, families are staring at rising fuel costs, renewed inflation fears, and another round of economic anxiety. Working people do not experience this as a policy debate. They experience it in gas stations, grocery aisles, utility bills, and the quiet dread that the next month will cost more than this one.

That is not relief. That is not stability. That is not competent stewardship. It is a political sales pitch colliding with reality.

For ordinary people, this is where the lie becomes impossible to dress up. When energy costs rise, everything else follows. Food moves on trucks. Goods move through supply chains. Households already stretched thin do not need another round of geopolitical gambling by men who will never miss a meal. They need steadiness. They need restraint. They need leaders who understand that the price of swagger is usually paid by someone else.

Instead, we are once again being told to trust spectacle over substance, slogans over evidence, and grievance over responsible governance.

How war abroad is hurting families at home

And why is that happening? Because the man who sold himself as a brake on reckless war helped launch one. The same figure who marketed himself as the alternative to endless foreign-policy stupidity has once again helped move the world closer to wider conflict, greater disruption, and more pain for ordinary people.

This is not some abstract geopolitical chess match. It lands in freight costs, food prices, retirement accounts, and household stress. It lands in the nervous systems of families who were already exhausted. It lands in the daily life of people who do not have the luxury of pretending foreign policy is separate from rent, groceries, or survival.

That is what happens when slogans collapse and consequences arrive.

There is something especially grotesque about watching politicians posture as strong while ordinary people absorb the fallout. It is one thing to speak recklessly. It is another to gamble with global stability while insisting you alone are the adult in the room. That is not peace through strength. It is insecurity armed with power.

Why force without justice is not order

This is where I need to be clear: I am not interested in pretending every promise failed in exactly the same way. Border crossings did fall under Trump’s crackdown. That part is real. But the moral and legal cost has been staggering. The same machinery supporters point to as proof of “order” has also produced due-process abuses, detention battles, wrongful-arrest claims, and a growing collision with the courts.

That is not law and order. That is brute force followed by legal cleanup.

When a government normalizes cruelty, secrecy, and procedural abuse in the name of security, it does not restore order. It corrodes it. It trains the public to confuse domination with safety. It teaches people to tolerate injustice as long as it happens to somebody else. And once that habit sets in, no one should feel secure.

Minnesota has become one of the clearest examples of that cost. What happened there should stop any decent person cold. A government that promised safety and control has instead produced death, secrecy, and a fight over accountability. Even if you strip away every overheated phrase and stick only to what can be responsibly said, the picture is ugly enough. When the state operates through fear, opacity, and coercion, trust erodes fast. And once trust goes, the damage spreads far beyond the immediate victims.

Why image management is not leadership

The administration’s contempt for scrutiny has shown up elsewhere too. This is a governing style obsessed with controlling the story, disciplining access, and punishing dissent. That is not the behavior of confident leadership. It is the behavior of people who know their strongest weapon is image management.

They want performance in place of truth. Spectacle in place of competence. Loyalty in place of accountability.

This is one of the most dangerous features of the present moment. Too many people have learned to interpret confidence as credibility. They hear a firm voice, a hostile soundbite, a smirk on television, and mistake it for seriousness. But governance is not cable news. Leadership is not branding. A nation is not a stage for a wounded man’s self-mythology.

When power becomes addicted to optics, truth becomes expendable. And once truth becomes expendable, every abuse gets easier.

Why character still matters

And no, I do not think character is some side issue we can keep brushing aside because politics is supposedly only about outcomes. Character matters. It always mattered. It mattered when people tried to minimize Trump’s lying. It mattered when people treated cruelty as mere style. It mattered when decency itself became something to mock.

I want to be careful here. A felony record is not, by itself, proof that a person is beyond redemption. Plenty of people with records do the hard work of accountability, repair, humility, and real change. Many returning citizens show more honesty and courage in rebuilding their lives than Trump has shown in a lifetime. That is exactly why I refuse to use “felon” as a stand-in for human worth. In fact, it makes me think of the work my colleague Fred Dent is doing through Second Chances, helping returning citizens break free from the second prison of stigma and limited opportunity through support, practical help, and community. That is what accountability paired with hope can look like.

Trump is not that. He was convicted on 34 felony counts and found liable for sexual abuse and defamation, yet he remains proudly unrepentant — incapable of truth, incapable of accountability, and seemingly allergic to remorse. He is not an example of redemption. He is an example of incorrigibility. So when people continue to speak about him as if he is some unfairly maligned champion of virtue, I do not hear seriousness. I hear denial.

At some point, the hypocrisy becomes too obscene to ignore.

The same people who once wrapped themselves in the language of morality, family values, law and order, and personal responsibility have spent years excusing lies, corruption, sexual abuse findings, criminality, and public cruelty because it serves their politics. That disgusts me. It should disgust anyone with a functioning conscience.

Why truth should not be negotiable

On the Epstein files, I want to be disciplined. I am not going to claim I can prove motives I cannot prove. I cannot say with certainty that Trump is risking the world in order to distract from what may still come to light. But I also refuse the opposite lie, which is that there is nothing there to ask about.

There are reasons for serious people to demand transparency, lawful disclosure, and a full accounting wherever the facts lead. Recovery does not ask us to replace one form of dishonesty with another. It asks us to bring secrets into the light. It asks us to stop bargaining with the truth.

That is the line I keep coming back to now. I can still distinguish between good people who once supported Trump and people who continue to apologize for what is plainly in front of them. Those are not the same thing. There is a difference between being misled and becoming an apologist. There is a difference between disappointment and delusion. Once the war, the costs, the legal abuses, the deaths, the secrecy, and the grift are this visible, ongoing excuse-making stops looking like political loyalty and starts looking like moral surrender.

What we do next matters

So what do we do with that?

We do not give ourselves over to hatred. We do not let outrage become a substitute for action. We do not become spiritually hollow while calling it awareness. We tell the truth, we refuse the lies, and then we put our hands to work where we actually live.

This matters especially in recovery communities, because we know what it looks like when anger masquerades as wisdom. We know what it looks like when resentment dresses itself up as moral clarity. We know what happens when people become so consumed by what is wrong that they stop being useful.

That is not sobriety. That is not freedom. That is not spiritual health.

If we are going to resist what is happening, we need to do it in a way that keeps us human.

Why we need to bring the world back down to the neighborhood

One of the most healing things I have learned in recent years is that when the world becomes too large, too violent, too manipulative, and too absurd to carry all at once, it helps to shrink your field of responsibility back down to the neighborhood.

I do not mean that we stop caring about what is happening overseas or in Washington. I mean we stop pretending that our only meaningful choices are national. There is a massive relief that comes when you admit you cannot personally control what is happening in Iran or inside the White House, but you can still help feed somebody, mentor somebody, visit somebody, support somebody, or help hold a family together.

There is serenity in that.

Not passive serenity. Active serenity. The kind that comes from service.

There is also honesty in it. Much of our despair comes from trying to inhabit a scale of power that was never ours. We are flooded with headlines, images, threats, lies, and manipulations from every direction. The machine wants us overwhelmed. It wants us numb. It wants us angry but inert. Shrinking the world back down to the neighborhood is one way of refusing that.

How service becomes one way out of helplessness

That is part of why I have thrown myself into nonprofit work. Not because nonprofit work makes a corrupt administration disappear. It does not. Not because local service solves war, propaganda, grift, or authoritarian drift. It does not. But because service gets me out of helplessness. It gets me out of doom. It gets me back into relationship with actual human beings. It reminds me that in a time of spectacle and manipulation, there are still ordinary, grounded, decent things we can do for one another.

For people in recovery, that matters. Service interrupts self-obsession. It interrupts despair. It puts flesh on principles like honesty, humility, community, and respect for the higher power of others.

There is a reason service has always had such power in recovery spaces. It changes the scale of the self. It reminds us that we are not the center of the story. It restores proportion. It cuts through paralysis. It gives the heart somewhere to go besides fear.

When I say service is healing, I do not mean it sentimentally. I mean it concretely. The body settles. The mind clears. The spirit remembers what it is for.

Why neighborism is a form of resistance

I think of the way neighbors responded in Minnesota under pressure. Not with passivity. Not with polished branding. Not with empty rage online. But with rides, food, legal support, mutual aid, and local solidarity. That is the spirit I mean. Neighborism.

The stubborn insistence that when larger systems become cruel or untrustworthy, ordinary people can still choose to become more human, not less.

That line matters. There is not one way to fight it. Some people will march. Some will write. Some will organize. Some will donate. Some will show up quietly and consistently for the people most likely to be crushed by the system as it is currently operating.

All of that matters.

Neighborism is not soft. It is not naive. It is not retreat. It is one of the oldest forms of resistance there is: refusing to let fear and domination have the final word in how we treat one another.

How to serve your Spokane neighbors right now

Here in Spokane, that can mean real things.

It can mean Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, whose work is rooted in restoring the value of fatherhood so that children have present, loving, and nurturing fathers. It can mean Second Harvest, where volunteers sort food, pack boxes, and help in the kitchen so food reaches people who need it. It can mean Reclaim Project Recovery, which helps men move away from addiction, incarceration, and homelessness through purpose, community, shelter, and recovery-oriented support.

It can also mean SNAP, which serves neighbors across Spokane County through programs that strengthen stability and dignity. It can mean Vanessa Behan, whose work helps keep children safe and strengthen families in crisis. It can mean Meals on Wheels Spokane, where volunteers deliver meals and check in on seniors. It can mean Spokane Helpers Network, which brings food and essentials directly to financially struggling neighbors across Spokane County.

Those are not abstractions to me. Those are real avenues for healing work.

And there are many more. The point is not that everyone must choose the same organization. The point is to choose something. Choose a place where your hands, time, money, attention, or skills can reduce suffering and strengthen human dignity close to home.

How local action changes the scale of despair

I am not saying everybody has to join the same cause. I am saying this: if you feel powerless over what is happening in D.C. or overseas, do not underestimate the relief that comes from taking responsibility for your block, your town, your community, your food bank, your recovery house, your school, your shelter, your elders, your kids, your neighbors.

When you help somebody nearby, the nervous system settles. The lies lose some of their power. You remember that the country is not only made of presidents and pundits. It is also made of people carrying groceries, mentoring dads, stacking boxes, answering hotlines, driving meals, sponsoring newcomers, and showing up when no camera is watching.

That shift matters. It does not erase the larger crisis, but it does keep the larger crisis from colonizing your entire interior life. It gives you a way to remain morally awake without becoming emotionally destroyed. It reminds you that the world is still made, in part, by how we treat the people nearest to us.

Why protest matters, but is not enough

That does not replace protest. It strengthens it. It does not replace civic resistance. It grounds it.

Yes, mass demonstrations matter. Yes, public truth-telling matters. Yes, legal resistance matters. But sustained change requires more than one march or one post or one furious week. It requires durable local relationships, real mutual aid, organized service, and a refusal to let our public conscience be outsourced to politicians or pundits.

If protest is all we do, we burn out. If outrage is all we cultivate, we become brittle. If our politics never enters our neighborhoods, our institutions, our service, and our relationships, then even our most righteous anger becomes thin and performative.

We need depth. We need endurance. We need one another.

How to refuse the lie without losing our humanity

So this is where I land now.

I do not hate every person who voted for Trump. I do not think contempt is medicine. I do not think despair is wisdom. But I do think there comes a time when moral clarity requires us to stop making excuses. There comes a time to say: this is cruel, this is corrupt, this is dangerous, and I will not comply with the lie that it is normal.

And then, because outrage alone is barren, there comes a second step: go serve.

• Feed somebody.
• Mentor somebody.
• Give money.
• Give time.
• Join a board.
• Pack a box.
• Drive a route.
• Show up for a father, a child, a senior, a family, a person in recovery, a neighbor who is one bad month away from collapse.

That is one way I know to stay sane.

That is one way I know to remain useful.

That is one way I know to honor both recovery and democracy without worshiping either ideology or power.

We can reject the grift without becoming consumed by it. We can tell the truth without surrendering to bitterness. We can respect the higher power of others without bowing to a strongman. We can refuse compliance and still remain humane.

Without surrender

That is still the line for me.

Without surrender to fear. Without surrender to lies. Without surrender to cruelty. Without surrender to helplessness. And without surrender to the temptation to believe that nothing decent can still be built where we live.

It can.

We should build it anyway.

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I tend not to get political on here or elsewhere for that matter. We are more than our politics. Yet, what is happening to our government at the hands of reckless and hostile leadership, I feel, requires all of us to speak up. To voice our opposition, our resistance to an attempted destruction of much of what makes us American, and more, citizens of this planet.

These moments remind us that democracy thrives when people engage. Regardless of political beliefs, we should all want a country where dignity, compassion, and justice prevail. What I witnessed today was not division, but community standing together for these shared values.

I believe in our capacity to listen, even when we disagree. To remember that behind every political position is a person with hopes, fears, and dreams not so different from our own. These photos capture not just protest, but people caring deeply about our collective future.

The greatest threat isn’t disagreement—it’s silence. When we see injustice, speaking up isn’t partisan—it’s American; it’s human. I’m grateful to live in a country where peaceful assembly remains our right and our responsibility.

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Triumph may become trial, and trial may become triumph. Today, as news of another Trump victory ripples through our community and world, I find acceptance coming with surprising ease. What once triggered desperate feelings of fear and anxiety in 2016 has now become an opportunity to lean in and grow.

The Transformation Through Recovery

Nearly a decade into my recovery journey, the profound lessons of acceptance, surrender, and deep introspection have transformed me. Where chaos once lived, serenity now dwells. I’ve come to understand that my greatest contribution to this world lies in three simple things: maintaining an attitude of appreciation and positivity, taking actions that serve others, and developing character that can withstand any trial with integrity, fortitude, and grace.

Understanding Day Zero: A Recovery Perspective

Today is always Day Zero of the rest of our lives – a truth that carries special meaning in recovery. Each morning offers us not just a clean slate, but an invitation to actively build who we choose to become. While our past may include days spent masking trauma and pain with substances and destructive behaviors, our character is not defined by those shadows. Instead, it’s built day by day through sober, purposeful choices and actions. We are who we choose to be now – not who we were when disease drove our decisions.

Moving Forward with Purpose

Let’s find triumph in unity, service, and recovery. May we keep our hearts warm, our minds open, and our hands occupied with work that serves humanity. Each Day Zero is another opportunity to contribute to the foundation of who we’re becoming, one conscious choice at a time.

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Tonight, as Americans await election results, I’m reminded of a profound truth we learn in recovery rooms: our differences dissolve when we focus on what binds us together. Whether in small church basements or community centers (or in the Great Outdoors), people from all walks of life share their stories – stories that, despite their unique details, ring with familiar themes of struggle, hope, and resilience.

The Universal Language of Recovery

Recovery teaches us that no matter our background, we share fundamental desires: to be heard, to be understood, to build better lives for ourselves and our families, and to leave a positive mark on the world. These aren’t Republican or Democratic aspirations – they’re human ones.

Listening Without Judgment

In our recovery meetings, we practice something remarkable: we listen without judgment. We get curious about each other’s journeys. We discover that the person across the room, whose life may look nothing like our own, carries the same hopes and fears we do. This is the wisdom we need tonight and in the days ahead.

Moving Forward Together

As election results unfold, let’s remember what recovery has taught us – that community heals, that isolation divides, and that we’re far stronger together than apart. Let’s choose to listen more than we speak, to seek understanding rather than victory, and to remember that behind every political position stands a person with dreams not so different from our own.

Building on Common Ground

Our shared humanity runs deeper than any ballot box. Tonight, let’s commit to lifting each other up, just as we do in recovery, knowing that our common ground is far greater than our differences.

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In life, people are often measured by their worst moments, especially when those moments are for all to see online. In order to truly understand someone, we need to look beyond a single, shadowed moment to see the arc of their journey. Lawrence Long’s story is a powerful example of this arc. He isn’t defined by a dark time in his past but by the self-reflection, growth, and service that followed.

A Journey of Transformation

Since Lawrence began taking steps to rebuild his life, I’ve had the privilege of witnessing his dedication firsthand. He’s not only moved beyond the struggles of his past but has built a future grounded in sobriety, introspection, service, and meaningful relationships. His commitment to change goes beyond becoming a better father; it’s about becoming a better man.

Lawrence has proven that even in our darkest moments, we have the power to choose strength and commitment. His journey of self-awareness and growth is a powerful example to others who may feel defined by a misstep. He’s shown that real strength is in how we rebuild.

-Jennifer Loree Byrd

He’s invested years in developing emotional resilience and self-awareness, working to understand the patterns that led him down destructive paths. This deeper work, supported by friends, professionals, and community, has transformed him into someone who faces challenges with purpose and strength.

A Loving and Present Father

With nearly 30 years of experience working with children as a coach, teacher, and ropes course facilitator, I’ve seen countless parent-child dynamics, and witnessing Lawrence rebuild his relationship with Julian and Major was uplifting. When his sons visited my home in 2020, his love for them was tangible. They reconnected over art, outdoor adventures, silliness, and quiet conversations that deepened their bond after the years apart.

Despite the challenges of reestablishing a relationship over a short time, Lawrence’s commitment to his sons has only strengthened. Unfortunately, Ms. Long has chosen to keep the boys separated from him since 2020. I only hope he has that chance to reconnect with them again and be an integral part of their lives in their adolescent years.

Protection and Progress

As a mother myself, I deeply understand the instinct to protect one’s child. We make countless decisions with their health and well-being as our guide. In Ms. Long’s case, her choice to cut communication was, I believe, driven by a genuine concern for her sons’ safety, based on Lawrence’s past struggles.

However, while she acted out of caution, I’ve had the privilege of observing Lawrence’s journey firsthand and witnessing the steady, meaningful changes he’s made. Unlike Ms. Long, who knew only the man he once was, I’ve seen his growth in real time. I set boundaries but remained present, watching as Lawrence approached each misstep as an opportunity to learn, showing courage and resilience through the process.

Where some might anticipate the worst, I have come to see a man who has grown into a positive, steady force in his community. 

A Broader Dedication  to Fatherhood

Despite his inability to parent at this time, he’s extended this commitment to fatherhood as part of a team with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, where they mentor and train other men in healthy parenting strategies.

Through this role, Lawrence has helped raise funds, developed infrastructure, co-facilitated classes, and built a new class that helps fathers develop healthier relationships in mind, body, and spirit. This has given him opportunities to lead by example and be vulnerable by sharing his own journey.

A Positive Influence and Role Model

Lawrence’s impact reaches beyond his sons and SpoFI—he also became a vital influence in my son Trey’s life. As an adopted child himself, Lawrence understood the nuances of loss and identity and used his experiences to mentor Trey. Lawrence made a deliberate choice to be a stable, supportive figure in his life, teaching him the importance of self-reflection and maturity. Through his actions, he showed Trey that one’s true character is shaped not by isolated mistakes but by the choices we make to move forward.

More Than a Mistake: A Man Committed to Change

Lawrence’s journey isn’t about erasing a mistake or denying a dark time; it’s about proving that a single ugly period in one’s life doesn’t define a person. For those who only saw Lawrence at a difficult time, it’s easy to let that chapter define him. But those who know him now see that difficult period as a single sentence within the arc of his journey.

Lawrence has proven that even in our darkest moments, we have the power to choose strength and commitment. His journey of self-awareness and growth is a powerful example to others who may feel defined by a misstep. 

He’s shown that real strength is in how we rebuild.

About the Author: This personal account was written by a long-time educator and child development professional with nearly 30 years of experience working with families in the Spokane area. Jen Loree Byrd and Lawrence were partners and remain good friends.

Lawrence Long continues his work with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative and Reclaim Project Recovery, helping other fathers build healthy relationships with their children through education, mentoring, and support programs.

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In this deeply personal narrative, Jill C. shares her challenging journey with alcoholism intertwined with mental health disorders, including Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Her story begins in middle school, marked by bullying and an upbringing in an emotionally distant, alcohol-free home.

Despite these challenges, Jill’s journey transforms into one of recovery and hope, detailing her path towards sobriety and mental wellness. This is not just a personal account but a beacon of encouragement for others facing similar struggles, emphasizing the importance of professional help, the support of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the strength found in vulnerability and seeking assistance.

I suffer from what Bill W called “grave and emotional mental disorders.”…

My diagnoses include Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Having mental health diagnoses does not doom a person to alcoholism, but it certainly does go hand in hand. I will recover from these, and alcoholism, so long as I continue to be rigorously honest with my fellows, and most importantly, with myself.  This is my story of alcoholism and mental health. My hope is that by sharing my story my readers will find the courage and strength to share their own and seek professional help where needed.

My story with depression began in middle school, as I was often the target end of bullying by my classmates. I grew up in an alcohol-free home with emotionally unavailable parents whose best advice was to pull myself up by the bootstraps and just ignore them. This was not the best advice because I had learned to hide my emotions and bury them. My upbringing was not horrible by any means, as they did parent me in the best way they knew how. My opportunity now is to be an agent of change as I parent and bring up my own children, being more emotionally available and understanding, while also giving them the tools they need to handle difficult situations, people, and life.

My story with alcohol began once I graduated from high school. I had stayed sober throughout high school to honor my parents. I fell behind my peers when I finally did drink, so much so that I dove in with both feet, with no hesitation or thought into what the consequences would be. I had catching up to do.

Sophomore year at Thanksgiving, all this changed. I was a victim of sexual assault by someone I thought I was safe with, after drinking alcohol that was laced with Rohypnol, the date rape drug better known as Rufies. For 25 years, I tried to drink this memory away. It was certainly an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it became the only skill I used until I addressed my alcoholism. There have been many challenges in my life that I dealt with using alcohol. Each time, I fell further and further into alcoholism as I tried to drown these memories from existence. Not once did it ever make anything better, and yet that obsession was so strong that I felt compelled to continue drinking.  

In the last three years, I made some changes and finally sought professional help

…with psychiatrists, counselors, and outpatient programs to try and learn new healthier ways of coping.  It was a year and a half in when I also decided, with encouragement from counselors and family, and a strong suggestion from my psychiatrist, to put the bottles and cans away, and join Alcoholics Anonymous.

Today I am 19 months sober, looking ahead at the 2-year mark. I have not completely recovered from either, as I still have unhealthy coping mechanisms to hide my pain, like cutting, overdosing on medications, and suicide attempts. But I refuse to stop fighting! By seeking outside help for my mental health disorders and being an active member in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous, I take more steps in the right direction each day towards recovery. Asking for help is a sign of strength and has become co-dependent with my recovery from alcoholism.

I encourage my fellow alcoholics with stories like mine to seek professional help

…to learn how to better cope with your demons, which in turn will make you less dependent on chemicals. Alcoholism and Mental Health are co-occurring disorders. Neither you can fully recover from on your own, so loosen up your grip (as in stop white knuckling it), talk to your fellows and your primary care provider to get connected to community resources. I’m grateful I asked for help after all those years, and I will surely keep the habit of reaching out foremost in my mind. Life can be brutal, but it is manageable with the right tool set.

Jill C.

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nEveresting Recovery is an organization in its conceptual stages with a vision to support individuals struggling with mental health and addiction issues. By creating a supportive community that encourages healthy living, mindfulness practices, clean eating, and quality time spent in nature, we aim to help individuals find a path toward a fulfilling life. Our approach is inspired by the Everesting Challenge, a demanding physical activity that pushes participants to their limits.

Our organization will be built upon principles from 12-step programs and other recovery systems, promoting growth by pushing beyond our individual comfort zones. We believe that achieving seemingly impossible goals can help strengthen our recovery and bring a new sense of purpose to our lives. The concept of nEveresting reflects our commitment to maintaining a vigilant recovery, as our addictions never truly rest.

To achieve our mission, we plan to:

1. Create a supportive community that fosters personal growth and recovery.
2. Encourage healthy living through physical activity, mindfulness practices, clean eating, and time spent in nature.
3. Engage in service work, community outreach, and environmental causes to strengthen our recovery and contribute to the greater good.
4. Embrace the principles of 12-step programs and other recovery systems, building upon the foundation laid down before us.
5. Help individuals in recovery develop a plan to achieve and maintain sobriety.

Our founder, Lawrence, is a Web Developer, Tech Consultant, and Project Manager with extensive experience in web development, UI/UX design, and project management. He is committed to using his professional skills to support the growth of nEveresting Recovery and make a positive impact on the lives of those in recovery.

nEveresting Recovery aims to become a pivotal resource in the recovery space, providing a diverse group of fellow “climbers” with support and encouragement as they work toward their own impossible goals. Together, we can create a strong community that promotes growth, recovery, and lasting change.

If you are interested in learning more about nEveresting Recovery or partnering with us, please reach out to discuss how we can collaborate to make a difference in the lives of those affected by addiction and mental health challenges.

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