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• Vitamins Should Come With a Big-Ass Warning Label: Your Pee Will Look Like Superhero Boogers

  Alright, let’s talk about vitamins for a second. You know, the little miracle pills we’re supposed to take to keep us from feeling like we’ve been hit by a truck every morning. But here’s the thing—nobody warns you about the side effect that comes with them. And no, I’m not talking about upset stomachs or feeling jittery. I’m talking about the fact that your pee will turn into glowing, neon green superhero boogers. No one told me that!

  You pop your daily multivitamin or your extra dose of B12 thinking you’re doing your body a favor, right? You’re all “Look at me, I’m so healthy,” feeling all virtuous, and then—BAM. You go to the bathroom, and suddenly it’s like the Hulk just painted the toilet bowl. Your pee is this radioactive, highlighter yellow-green that looks like it belongs in a science experiment.

  I mean, come on, could they at least throw in a warning label? Something like, “Warning: Your urine will now resemble the residue left behind by a superhero after a battle with a villain made of radioactive slime.”

  I get it. It’s the riboflavin (Vitamin B2) doing its thing. But why does it have to be so dramatic? Couldn’t they just tone it down a little bit? Instead, I’m over here trying to figure out if my kidneys are suddenly glowing in the dark or if I’m just peeing out the entire rainbow. Seriously lol

  And of course, there’s no turning back. You can’t unsee it. Every time you pee, it’s like a light show happening in your toilet.

  Vitamin manufacturers: throw in a warning. Something that says, “Side effects include radioactive urine that will probably freak you out but is totally harmless.” And DON’T FORGET TO FLUSH AT A FRIENDS HOUSE, they will think your dying.

  March 19, 2025

  blog, fiction, health, life, writing

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• Irrational Fear of Medication as a Retired Meth Professional: How Does That Even Work?

  Look, I’ve done some things. Made some choices. And let’s be real—meth was one of them. I spent years putting things into my body that no sane human should ever ingest. Yet here I am, years into recovery, staring down a prescription bottle like it might explode.

  How does that even work?

  You’d think someone who used to mix up their own sketchy, back-alley chemistry projects would have no issue taking an antibiotic or a painkiller. But no. Suddenly, I’m an overzealous pharmacist, inspecting labels, Googling side effects, and debating if I really need this medication or if I can just “tough it out.”

  Welcome to the irrational fear of medication, post-addiction edition.

  The Mental Gymnastics of a Recovering Addict

  I used to take everything without question. If it promised to keep me awake, numb me out, or give me a break from reality, I was all in. But now? Now I’m suspicious of ibuprofen.

  • What if it makes me feel too good?
  • What if I like it?
  • What if it somehow, someway, some long shot in hell, leads me back to active addiction or hear me out a purple people eater?

  I mean, let’s be honest. No one has ever relapsed on life-ruining substances because of an allergy pill. But my brain, forever trying to keep me “safe,” will absolutely run that fear like a bad horror movie.

  Trauma, Trust Issues, and Control Freak Tendencies

  A big chunk of this paranoia comes down to control. Addiction is chaos. Recovery, for me, is about structure and lots of prayers. So willingly taking something that alters my state—even slightly—feels like a betrayal of everything I fought for.

  There’s also the deep-rooted trauma of knowing what it’s like to need something in a way that ruins your life. I don’t ever want to feel dependent on anything again. So, I overcorrect. I hesitate. I suffer through migraines that could’ve been fixed with a single pill because I don’t trust myself to make rational decisions about what goes into my body.

  So, What’s the Solution?

  If you’re in recovery and struggling with this same weird fear of taking medication, here are a few things that help me:

  1. Reality Check: Remind yourself that there’s a difference between taking what’s prescribed and abusing substances. Needing a medication isn’t failure.
  2. Talk to Your Doctor: Let them know your concerns. A good doctor (Love My FNP Mr. DH) will work with you to find safe options.
  3. Accountability: If you’re worried, have a trusted friend or sponsor hold onto your meds and check in with you.
  4. Self-Compassion: You’re not weak for needing medication. You’re human. And humans get sick, have pain, and deserve treatment. If you had diadetes, you would take your insulin! Same Shit

  At the end of the day, recovery isn’t about avoiding all substances forever—it’s about making choices that protect our well-being. So, if you’re sitting there, staring at a bottle of antibiotics like it might steal your soul, just know you’re not alone. And for the love of sanity—take the damn pill.

  March 19, 2025

  addiction, health, mental-health, recovery, sobriety

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• There Are Days When I Think, “Damn, I Really Gave Up Drinking & Drugs for This?”

  Let’s be real for a second: recovery isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. There are days when I look around, see the mess of life, and think, “Damn, I really gave up drinking for this?” I mean, come on—there’s still laundry piling up, the kids are arguing over coke, and I’m over here trying not to lose my shit on them. What exactly did I trade in for a “better life” again?

  Some days, sobriety feels like a joke. I gave up my old coping mechanism, the one that numbed everything, and what do I have now? A mind that’s wide awake and fully aware of how chaotic everything is. A mind that remembers everything I’ve been through, and sometimes I swear, it’s the worst kind of hangover— emotionals ugh.

  I mean, if I could have just stayed blissfully numb for a little longer, maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with the messiness of life—or the fact that I’m still working through old trauma, daily stress, and the reality that adulting is a joke nobody warned me about. No one told me sobriety was going to come with a side of real life.

  But here’s the thing—every time I think I’m done, that I can’t take another day of adulting without numbing, I remind myself why I started. Not because it was the “right thing to do,” but because my life was a trainwreck, and if I wanted to be here for my kids, to actually be present, I had to give up the old way of thinking. I had to choose something better, even if it didn’t always feel like it was paying off in the moment.

  Truth is, the mess, the chaos, the stress—it’s all still here. But I am, too. Recovery might not make everything perfect, but it makes me present, it makes me aware, and it gives me the strength to say, “Yeah, this shit sucks, but I’m not giving up on myself.” Not today maybe Tomorrow

  Yeah so, some days, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. But on the good days, when I can see the small wins, I know it’s worth it. Even if it’s just one messy, chaotic day at a time.

  March 19, 2025

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• Parent-Teacher Conferences & Damage Control: My Full-Time Job

  Let me just start by saying that raising a 12-year-old with ADHD is not for the weak. If you’ve never had to walk into a school meeting and convince grown adults that your kid is not, in fact, a raging bigot but rather just an unfiltered, impulsive preteen with zero concept of social cues—congratulations. You are living a life I can only dream of.

  For the past two months, my life has been a never-ending game of “What did he say now?” And let me tell you, the hits just keep coming.

  First, he walks into class, looks his teacher dead in the eye, and tells her she looks like Diddy. Diddy. As in Sean “P. Diddy” Combs. I don’t even know where he got this from. But there he was, handing out celebrity comparisons like some kind of 12-year-old fashion critic.

  A couple of weeks later, we level up. I get an email from the school, and the words “your son” and “yoga instructor” are in the same sentence. If you’ve ever had one of those moments when you already know you’re about to be in trouble before even opening the email, then you understand. I already knew this wasn’t going to be good.

  Apparently, my sweet ADHD child (who, I swear, has no malice in his body—just a complete and utter lack of impulse control) decided that yoga is gay and, for reasons beyond my comprehension, he wasn’t going to be participating in “gay shit.” Because that’s the kind of logic an ADHD brain comes up with at 11:00am on a Monday

  But wait, it gets better.

  The yoga instructor, being the calm, zen, emotionally intelligent person he is, gently informed my son that yoga, in fact, was not gay. To which my son, in all his infinite wisdom, responded with something along the lines of, “Well, if yoga’s not gay, then you must be gay.” Not in a mean, bullying way, mind you. Just in a very matter-of-fact, let-me-state-the-obvious-because-I-just-thought-of-it way.

  And let me just say, I could have died. You know that feeling when your kid says something so hilariously inappropriate, you can’t decide if you should laugh or cry? Yeah, that was me.

  Once again, explaining to the school that my son isn’t racist. Or homophobic. He’s just… a lot. His brain-to-mouth filter is broken, and no, there’s no warranty on it.

  And look, I get it. In today’s world, words matter. But when you’re raising a kid who processes information out loud before considering if it should be said, every day is just a series of “Oh god, please don’t say that” moments.

  So, if you ever find yourself sitting in a school meeting, trying to explain that your kid’s words do not reflect a deep-seated worldview but rather a severe case of no internal monologue, just know—you are not alone.

  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another email to send explaining that my child’s latest comment does not require a diversity seminar. Just a little patience. And maybe some duct tape

  March 19, 2025

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• Why Did I Think Creating a Blog Would Be Easier Than This?

  Okay, can someone please explain to me why I thought starting a blog would be this breezy, no-sweat, “let’s get creative and share some thoughts” kind of thing? Like, “Yeah, I’ll throw up a logo, write a couple of posts, and bam, I’m a professional blogger!”

  Spoiler Alert: No.

  Here I am, one big ass headache into this brilliant idea, and instead of typing out my first post, I’m knee-deep in the hellish world of logo design and website layouts.

  Who knew that creating a simple blog would require this much crap? I thought the hardest part would be writing. Nope.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up. But damn. lol

  The lesson here? It’s okay to look at the whole process and go, well damn what did I just get myself into? But it’s also okay to laugh at the mess, keep pushing forward, and remember that the fun (and the real content) is just about to kick in.

  March 19, 2025

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• Welcome to the Sh*tshow

  Well, here we are. A blog. Because apparently, I needed one more thing to juggle between parenting, working, recovering, and trying to remember if I drank enough water today.

  If you’re new here , Which we all are (lol) —hi, I’m Rawrealrecovered . I’m a mom, a peer recovery coach, and a seven-year veteran of the sobriety war. I specialize in surviving chaotic teenage offspring, making questionable life choices but learning from them, and pretending I have my sh*t together when I definitely do not.

  So, what the hell is this blog about?
  Glad you asked.

  This is where I’ll be ranting, laughing, and probably oversharing about:
  ✔️ Recovery – The real, unfiltered side. Not the fluffy Instagram version.
  ✔️ Parenting – Raising teens while trying not to lose my mind.
  ✔️ Life – Adulting, healing, self-care, and the occasional existential crisis.
  ✔️ Survival Tips – Because let’s be real, some days it’s just about making it to bedtime without breaking anything (including ourselves).

  I promise zero toxic positivity, no “just manifest it” BS, and absolutely no pretending life is perfect—because it’s not. It’s messy, weird, and full of WTF moments. But we keep going.

  So, welcome to the sh*tshow. Buckle up, grab some caffeine, and let’s do this.

  Drop a comment, tell me who you are, or just lurk quietly—I see you. 😆

  March 19, 2025

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