Peer-led healing.
Pull-up, you’re one of us.

I thought I was helping someone else get sober… I had no idea their recovery would force me to face my own life.

I talk about the Thanksgiving morning that finally made me look at what my drinking was doing to my family, realizing I was repeating patterns from my own childhood with my kids, quitting alcohol and cigarettes, and how family therapy eventually opened the door to parts of my childhood and my relationship with my father that I had spent years avoiding.

I went into this journey thinking someone else needed help. Somewhere along the way, I realized there were parts of me that needed healing too.