SHE RECOVERS® is an international movement of self-identified women in or seeking recovery from a wide variety of issues, including substance use and eating disorders, other behavioral health issues, trauma, abuse, codependency, cancer, grief, low self-esteem, perfectionism and other life challenges.
SHE RECOVERS® is an international movement of women (self-identified) who are in or seeking recovery from a wide variety of issues, including substance use and eating disorders, other behavioral health issues, trauma, abuse, codependency, cancer, grief, low self-esteem, perfectionism and other life challenges.
Celebrating strength, diversity, inclusion, and innovation by women for women in the world of recovery.
NEW MUSIC ARTIST SEARCH
If you are a musical artist we want to hear from you. Then, we want to introduce you to our community.
CREATING CONNECTIONS TOUR
Bringing together recovery seekers, change makers and advocates.
Join us for New Ways to Wellness: A Symposium for Healing Professionals.
Welcoming (sober) spaces and transformative opportunities to connect as recovering women.
Enjoy the self-care experience of a lifetime! Because you are worth it.
Online support and offerings to enhance your recovery experience and create lasting change.
Practice yoga online with Taryn Strong or take the Teacher Designation Program.
A collection of audio posts, interviews and recorded talks specially curated for our community.
Learn how to become a recovery coach or hire one of our coaches to support you in your recovery.
Our foundation was formed to inspire hope, reduce stigma and empower women in or seeking recovery.
Our coaches create supportive, non-judgmental spaces for women in or seeking recovery.
We are strong and courageous women, and we do recover.
SHE RECOVERS® creates welcoming spaces and transformative opportunities – online and in real life – to connect, support and empower recovering women.
We’re stronger together.
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The speakers and panelists of the She Recovers LA event were amazing. But it was the attendees – the women who had come to do what Tara Mohr described as “the ‘women’s work’ of our particular moment in history” – that kept the woo woo buzzing around me and through me and left me a little strung out in the best way possible.
Single mothers make magic happen every day while the world remains unimpressed and forever worshipping at the altar of “rugged individualism,” an altar that inherently excludes mothers who are always a plus-one package.
Botox was like a shot of tequila for my face – it artificially and temporarily smoothed out my external edges. But now my outsides most definitely do not match my insides. My face displays a false calm while my mind continues to buzz. Serenity eludes me.
Asking for help is the hardest rule to break. What I know now is that asking for help is not an act of weakness and selfishness; instead it is the ultimate act of selflessness and self-care. It is only by recognizing our own needs that we can truly see the needs of others.
For years I saw parenting as a care taking business – a transaction. I was supposed to keep the children safe. They were supposed to provide me with my life’s purpose. And this was all part of a rinse and repeat cycle, going back generations.
I’ve come to know and believe that each of us has a soul message that only we can share, and if we don’t discover this message, the world misses out on a beautiful offering.
If your mama has passed away in the more recent past, I want you to know that I am very, very sorry. I remember some of what you are feeling, and most of what you are trying not to feel.
Show me a woman in her late 30s/40s, whose life partnership is at least a decade old and whose kid(s) is out of diapers, and I’ll show you a woman who is about to say, “Wait. What?” to her life.
All things being equal, I would choose weapons of war over tools of recovery. Every time. But my weapons of war (my will, my way, my vision) created unintended carnage. Eventually, after years of lobbing bombs to make things “right,” I could no longer ignore the barren landscape I was living in.