For years in the making (a decade, to be exact), I’ve felt a constant tugging at my heart – a gentle whisper in my conscience urging me to find a way to increase the accessibility to pri…vate recovery care beyond the circle of those who can easily afford it.…

For years in the making (a decade, to be exact), I’ve felt a constant tugging at my heart – a gentle whisper in my conscience urging me to find a way to increase the accessibility to pri…vate recovery care beyond the circle of those who can easily afford it.…

We live in what some might consider a golden age of communication, yet it’s easy to feel like we are listening to – and hearing each other – less and less. One way to ensure your voice …can be heard is by raising the volume: as long as you are shouting while others around you are merely talking, your words won’t get lost in the fray. You could also change your pitch: in a busy, trendy restaurant, low tones stand out against high-pitched laughter and excitement. …

Almost every discussion about healthy relationships includes the concept of boundaries. Setting them is essential, keeping them is imperative, and understanding them is part of understan…ding ourselves. But what are “boundaries” exactly? We use the word often, but each of us might relate to it somewhat differently.…

Did you know April is Alcohol Awareness Month? While every month (and moment) is an opportunity for awareness, I’m inspired by Alcohol Awareness Month and wanted to share my thoughts. …

A friend asked me the other day, “What sets SilverBell Global apart? In the world of transformational healing and recovery — where there are so many options, programs, and systems — what… is the specific miracle of SilverBell Global?” I answered, “The miracle is in the client. We are just the wand” …but as I consider her question more deeply, a few other thoughts come to mind.…

I was walking home from Trader Joe’s a couple of days ago, my handbag swung across my torso rhythmically tapping my hip with each step, as my hands gripped around a paper bag full of gro…ceries. Whilst jotting across the street as the walk signal flashed a red hand before me, I peeked over the bag of popcorn obstructing my view of the sidewalk ahead of me, and with the bustling sounds of the city refracted off my eardrums, I felt quiet. I felt a sense of satisfaction. I thought, here I am, just taking care of myself. I just bought myself a bag of gro…

I was raised around animals. Growing up, I spent every summer on my Grandmother’s ranch in Montana – a safe, idyllic place of rolling mountains and bright blue skies, my Grandmother’s ho…rses and me, running wild. Riding her horses, my adolescent struggles melted away, and I was free: arms outstretched to the sun and the wind, a moment of perfect joy in an otherwise imperfect world. …