How the “Functioning” Lie Cracks: Substance Use Detox in Virginia
You’re not falling apart. But you know you’re not okay. You wake up on time. You answer emails. You make the calls. You pour the
August 29, 2025
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You’re not falling apart. But you know you’re not okay. You wake up on time. You answer emails. You make the calls. You pour the
You don’t remember when it flipped. At first, substances felt like magic. A portal. An unlocking. They didn’t just blur edges—they sharpened them. You weren’t
You’re tired of starting over—again. Maybe it was last week, or last month. Maybe this is detox attempt number four—or thirty. You walk through the
Every night, the ache visits in different ways. Not the shouting kind of pain. More like a quiet fissure—splitting you in two between the part
You’ve thought about it more than once. Not “Will detox hurt?” or “Can I really do this?” The thought that circles back late at night,
You walk in with your guard up. Maybe your hoodie’s pulled tight, headphones in, pretending you’re not nervous. You’re here. You’re sober. Technically. And now
You’ve been sober for a while now. You remember the early days of residential treatment—when everything felt raw but purposeful. When your goals were clear:
You thought you were past the worst of it. Ninety days sober. A rhythm forming. A few people starting to trust you again. You had
You don’t hate yourself. Not exactly. But you’re not sure who you’d be without the edge. Without the late nights. The “one more” drink. The
Even after the graduation hugs and final group check-ins, early recovery can hit hard. There’s no schedule posted on the wall anymore. No knock on
