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Walking Away from the Lizard House: Moving, Music and Mental Health.

Published February 11, 2020February 12, 2020 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in healing, home, psychology
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Maiden to Mother: pregnancy, sobriety and feeling the shift.

Published January 28, 2020January 30, 2020 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in motherhood, recovery
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A Long overdue Love Letter.

Published May 9, 2019May 9, 2019 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in recovery, self love, yoga
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Better than Perfect & My first 3 weeks in Arizona.

Published April 22, 2019April 22, 2019 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in family, mindfulness, recovery, sobriety, Travel
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Two years of sobriety & My Last Day in Japan.

Published March 31, 2019March 31, 2019 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in journey, recovery, sobriety, Travel
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Leaving Japan after 421 Days.

Published March 20, 2019March 22, 2019 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in journey, mindfulness, recovery, Travel
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Cloud Talk & Difficult Emotions.

Published February 11, 2019February 12, 2019 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in family, recovery, sobriety
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Staying Sober During the Holidays.

Published December 1, 2018December 1, 2018 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in recovery
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After the Storm: Holding on to What Matters the Most.

Published September 7, 2018December 1, 2018 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in journey, life, recovery, sobriety, vulnerability
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Over and Over—My Sobriety Map.

Published August 13, 2018August 15, 2018 by Jacqui Hathaway Levin in addiction, alcohol recovery, recovery, sobriety
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Tuesday morning thoughts: this whole experience is a practice of surrender. It is not a weakness to reach acceptance. It is a gift. #morningthoughts #laurengroff #arcadia
I spent the afternoon sweating and feeling everything in my new body. 🤍 Moving into the house was a success. My mom left yesterday morning after spending the week with us, and we already miss her. I find time with my parents so healing these days (in sobriety and pregnancy). I’m feeling extra creative lately—a feeling I used to take for granted when I lived and breathed it. Now, I know how to dive in when it comes around. I don’t let it pass me by, and for that, I am grateful. This weekend is all about settling into the new space. No rush. Lots of writing, reading and movement. We get to see baby again on Monday. I don’t know why, but I lose about 5-10 followers every time I post about my pregnancy. 🤷🏻‍♀️ This is a big part of my life, and I don’t feel like I need to change anything about how I share that. I’m still here sharing about recovery, but this journey is so much more than not drinking. I am so much more than that. You know?
Full and present blister. #poem
Happy Valentine’s Day ♥️🌷🌹 #shanti #loveandalliscoming #valentine
Not everyone likes my most authentic self, and that surprisingly still hurts sometimes. I don’t know why, but it does. The big difference is...I don’t care enough to stand down or step back. In fact, I step out further. I don’t actually change anything about myself or try to contort myself into a more likable version for anyone. This is it. 🤍🌸Today I’m baking Valentine’s chocolate muffins for Michael while packing up our closet. My mom comes in town this weekend to help us transition into the new house. Also, I’ve been writing a lot more every day, and the baby has been kicking me like crazy. 😍There’s a lot going on, but we’re out here doing it. Xo Hope you remember that you don’t have to step down or contort yourself into something else for anyone. Ever. #reminder
Hi you guys.🤍I wrote a new piece on the blog today. This one is about moving out of our current house, pregnancy and my relationship with music as a former codependent sad girl who is currently healing. Click the link in my bio to read⬆️ and enjoy this excerpt below. “When we feel a lot we tend to hang out in extreme emotions. That can be a sort of high on its own. Then one day real life happens to you like a bad car accident, and everything goes silent. Music becomes too heavy. Anything but silence is too heavy, and you look for a small slice of hope in the sounds of rain. You find comfort and patience in the wind blowing through tall grass. This kind of music does not ask you to get up and go riding the spikes of other times. Because when you are used to living in a haunted place, every step is dangerous. It takes a lot of therapy and healing to really pull yourself out of the past and enjoy music again.”🦎🤍 *Thank you, @afamilyoftrees11 for finding this cover art and always supporting me creatively. I feel that, and I’m lucky to call you one of my best friends. *

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