DAY 3: FACE THE SHAME, DON’T FEED IT DAY 3 PUMPUP! Yesterday we celebrated micro victories. Today we’re going to face the sneakiest recovery saboteur: shame. Shame is the accelerant when fear and failure show up. Shame whispers that you’re broken, damaged goods. You don’t deserve happiness. You’ll never ____________ enough. Here we’ve named shame and we’re refusing to let it drive our actions. Today we face shame head on. Even a little bit. That’s messy brave progress. DAY 3 REFLECTION: Post below! (If you’re comfortable) Share an example of shame trying to creep in today (or this week). What was said to you? How did you react? Or how could you react next time? Remember: no shame here. If deep isn’t happening, that’s okay. Naming it out loud here is victory enough. Comment on two other posts as well. DAY 3 JOURNAL PROMPT: When has shame recently tried to convince you to give up on yourself? What words did shame specifically use? What were you afraid if those words were true? Take a moment and write yourself a little love letter. If someone you cared about said those things about themselves what would you say to them? Allow yourself to credit for facing shame today (even if you felt defeated). Write: I am not my shame. I am the person who showed up today. _______ is bigger than my shame. DAY 3 MINDFULNESS PRACTICE: Spend 5-7 minutes practicing RAIN: Recognize the shame. Feel it in your body or mind appearing Allow the shame to exist without pushing it away. Investigate with love- What are you scared of? What old story are you believing about yourself? Nurture yourself as you would someone you loved. Get comfy, close your eyes, and take your time working through whatever shame is present using RAIN. OPTIONAL EXERCISE: RAIN guided meditation on healing shame with Tara Brach: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlyuGSwaZQ8 REAL TALK FROM A COACH WHO’VE BEEN THERE… James felt like there was a silent war raging inside of him and no one else seemed to notice. Raised in a household where your lips are sewn shut if there was drama and emotions were hidden behind stern faces and tight smiles. James kept his emotions to himself so well that by the time he realized something was off. By 21 years old, drinking numbed him out enough that he liked the feeling. At first…

🌱 Day 1: Welcome & Set Intentions 🌱 Hey, it’s Belle. This week is about showing up for your messy progress—no filters, no shame, no pretending. If you’re here, you or someone you love knows how brutal addiction and recovery can be. But damn it, progress counts, no matter how small or ugly. For the next 7 days, we’ll keep it real, focus on tiny wins, and leave shame behind. This is not about perfection; it’s about showing up as you are. Progress is Progress—and you’re already proving it by being here. Today’s Reflection: Drop a word, phrase, or quick thought. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “progress”? Tag someone if their reply resonates. Journal Prompt: Think about the last time you felt truly stuck—shame, fear, or self-doubt holding you hostage. What did that feel like in your body? What thoughts flooded your mind? Then, what would you say to yourself if you were your own best friend? Mindfulness Practice (5 minutes): Sit comfortably and close your eyes if it feels okay. Take deep breaths and bring to mind any shame or guilt you’re carrying. Breathe in the shame. Breathe out kindness and compassion. Silently repeat twice: “I am not my shame. I am showing up anyway.” Notice how you feel. Optional Resource: Tara Brach’s guided meditation on Healing Shame (compassionate and grounding): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlyuGSwaZQ8 Real Talk Case Story: Terry’s story isn’t neat or clean. It’s a mess of broken promises he made to himself, nights spent lying awake haunted by his own mistakes, and mornings he wanted to disappear instead of face the world. For five years, meth was his escape and his prison all at once—a cruel trick that stole his sense of worth, tore him from his kids, and left him isolated in a fog of shame so thick he thought it might smother him forever. One morning, after a night that felt like the end, Terry stared at his reflection and didn’t even recognize the man looking back. The tired eyes, the hollowed cheeks, the weight of every missed birthday, every lost smile—they pressed in tight, threatening to break whatever tiny ember of hope he still clung to. But somehow, with trembling legs and a heart screaming against itself, Terry made a choice. He walked into his first sober meeting. Not because he was cured, not because he had it all figured out, but because maybe, just maybe, this brokenness wasn’t the end of his story.

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