I grew up thinking everything in my house was pretty normal. Spoiler: it wasn’t. We didn’t have a car — or a driver’s license, for that matter. My dad had a bicycle with child seats duct-taped to it, and that was our family minivan. We’d cruise through town like a low-budget circus act. Hand-me-downs were our fashion line. Picture a garbage bag full of random clothes and us digging through like it was Project Runway: Survival Edition. My mom was the breadwinner — the fourth o

It’s often said, “The truth will set you free.” But what people don’t tell you is that before the truth frees you, it shatters you. It...

My Journey from Addiction to Recovery It started on Purim. Like my friends, I drank. The only difference was what happened afterward. My...

I grew up in Brooklyn, NY. I’m the youngest of five siblings. Both my parents are Bal Teshuva. On the outside we seemed like we mostly...

A story of finding God in a church basement on the holiest night of the year. As I sit here getting ready for the holiday season to...

One Sunday morning I received a phone call that changed my and my family’s lives forever. On the other end of the phone line was a good...

As I make preparations for the upcoming holiday, I can’t help but think back on passed years of this beautiful holiday (and some years...

Firstly, I want to thank my higher power for the opportunity to share my experience, strength, and hope with another fellow human ❤️ 🙏....

I grew up in a small out-of-town community. My parents opened up their home for people looking to learn more about Judaism. As a result...

My name is ***, I always joke around and say I am 26 with 55 year’s experience but the truth is I fought long and hard to get to where I...

My path to drug addiction took a different form for many years. My first drug of choice, and my longest addiction that’s been with me for...

It is with tremendous gratitude that I share my story today. 10 years ago I was in a place in my life where I believed life was no longer...