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"Becoming My Own Safe Place: The Journey to Self-Love in Recovery"

Absolutely, Mike. Here's a heartfelt blog post to pair with your powerful title:


Becoming My Own Safe Place: The Journey to Self-Love in Recovery

There was a time when I searched for safety in all the wrong places—relationships that felt familiar but hollow, habits that numbed rather than healed, and versions of myself crafted to fit into a world I didn’t feel at home in. Recovery asked me to stop searching outward and start listening inward. That’s when the journey began: not just toward sobriety, but toward becoming my own safe place.

 

Recovery is not just about removing substances—it’s about rebuilding trust with yourself. And that trust doesn’t come overnight. It starts with small promises kept: getting out of bed when you’d rather disappear, showing up for therapy, saying no when your body says “enough.” Each moment becomes a brick, and over time, those bricks form walls—sturdy, grounding, sacred.

 

What no one tells you at the beginning is that self-love doesn’t always feel like love. Sometimes it feels like grief. Like mourning the version of you that only knew how to survive. Other times, it feels like rebellion—standing up to old beliefs that told you love had to be earned or begged for.

But then, something shifts.

You start noticing the softness in your voice when you talk to yourself. You set boundaries not to push people away, but to honor your peace. You forgive yourself—not to excuse the past, but to allow space for growth. You realize that the same care you once gave so freely to others… you can give to yourself.

Loving yourself in recovery is a daily practice.

It’s messy and nonlinear and sometimes exhausting. But it’s also the most radical, healing act you can commit to. Because when you become your own safe place, no one can take that from you.

And maybe—just maybe—that’s where freedom truly lives.