My name is Kate

I have struggled with addiction since I was about 6. I've been an athlete, a workaholic, a runner of extremes, everything was 'boom or bust', 'full-on' then collapse. I had to be good at stuff, right? I had to be seen.             Feel popular. Feel loved. Feel proud. 
                                                        
What happens if striving for that makes us sick? What if we safely sail calm waters instead? Perhaps the rollercoaster is not the place we want to be.

To get better, it starts with self care. Not only 'I'll rest on the couch today' care but listening to your mind when it gives you little clues every day. Sometimes it is just a feeling in your chest that something doesn't feel right. Learning to listen and hear, avoids the train crash, the binging, the over-drinking, over-spending, over-doing to cope. 

Hope is a little word with big dreams but hope is why you are here. I'd like to hear about you.