From Boxtruck to Breakthrough

My name is Lurie, and I am 60 days clean.

If you told me two months ago that I would be sitting here today writing a recovery blog, I would have told you that you were crazy. For a long time, my life was defined by survival, chaos, and the heavy weight of addiction. I spent years in places where I didn’t feel safe—including living in a box truck with my boyfriend—just trying to make it to the next day.

But right now, I am in a safe sober living house for women, and everything is changing.

What 60 Days Means to Me

Reaching 60 days means hope to me. It’s the first real light I’ve seen in years—the quiet belief that a different life is possible. For the first time, I’m not just surviving; I’m starting to feel like I belong here.

My Biggest Challenge (and How I’m Overcoming It)

The biggest challenge I had to overcome was slowing my ADHD brain down. My mind would race with cravings, shame, old memories, and a thousand “what ifs.”

But I got through it by taking it one hour at a time, leaning on the other women here, listening to my counselors, and turning to God.

A Typical Day (and Week) in the Program

Mornings: I have quiet time on my own for meditation, which helps settle my busy ADHD mind.

Sundays: I go to church every Sunday with the other ladies.

Evenings: I say my prayers and list three things I’m grateful for.

We have group three times a week:

Bible study

Book study (we’re currently reading Battlefield of the Mind by Joyce Meyer)

A safe venting circle where anything can be said and what’s shared stays there

This is a two-year program. After 30 days we’re expected to get a job and/or go back to school while still focusing on ourselves, our healing, and our relationship with God. The structure keeps me moving forward instead of spinning my wheels.

Why I’m Starting This Blog

I am starting this blog under the name Recovery by Lurie because I want to leave a trail of breadcrumbs for the next woman trying to find her way out of the dark.

If you are reading this and you feel trapped, please know that your past does not get to dictate your future. You don’t have to do it perfectly. You just have to keep showing up—one morning meditation, one prayer, one group at a time.

I am 45 years old, I have ADHD, and I am proof that you can start over—no matter how many times you’ve tried before.

We are warrior women rising up—one imperfect step, one prayer, and one day at a time.