Greylock Recovery Blog
Real Talk. Real Recovery.
Whether you’re in treatment, supporting a loved one, or just starting to ask questions, this blog is for you. We cover the stuff that matters—what detox really feels like, how to talk to your family, what relapse means (and doesn’t), and how recovery fits into everyday life.
We don’t sugarcoat. We don’t judge. We just share insights, stories, and tools to help you keep going.
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When you’re in early recovery, even basic questions can feel overwhelming. Your body is tired, your mind’s still catching up, and your emotions—if you’re honest—are
There’s a moment we see often—but not always in person. Sometimes it happens in a bedroom, or a car, or a bar bathroom. The moment
I didn’t want to lose myself. That’s the part nobody really said out loud, but it was always there, just under the surface. I wasn’t
Detox is a powerful first step—but it’s not the whole staircase. If you’ve recently completed detox, or you’re thinking about it, you might be wondering:
When everything was falling apart, I remember one moment that quietly shifted everything. Not a breakdown or a crisis scene—just me in the car, outside
When you’re newly sober, even a single day can feel endless. Time stretches in unfamiliar ways—especially when you’re away from everything and everyone you know.
Let’s be honest: detox doesn’t come with a gold star. You don’t walk out of withdrawal glowing and enlightened, humming with gratitude. You walk out
When you’re in love with someone who’s using, silence can feel like your only safe place. You protect them. You cover for them. You smile
You expected withdrawal. You expected cravings. But no one told you how much you’d feel. Or how much you wouldn’t. That after detox, the world
There’s no script for this. No perfect sentence. No magic moment where you say the right thing and they nod and agree to go. Because
I used to think quitting would erase me. Like the laugh I had at parties, the poems I wrote at 2am, the magic I felt
It’s a special kind of heartbreak — watching your 20‑year‑old spiral again. You’ve tried support. You’ve tried boundaries. You’ve been the rock. But you’re tired,