The holiday season is often painted in broad, glittering strokes—bright lights, festive gatherings, and the pressure to wrap up the perfect year with a bow. But for many of us, especially those of us in the recovery community or those who have walked through the fire of personal...
Seven awards, including Small Nonprofit of the Year, highlight the power of people, partnerships, and lived experience driving the recovery movement. Mobilize Recovery is honored to announce that we’ve been recognized across seven categories at this year’s Anthem Awards,...
This time of year always carries a complicated weight, doesn’t it? For those of us in long-term recovery, Thanksgiving isn’t just a calendar date; it’s a moment of profound reflection, high-stakes exposure, and absolute vigilance. We are meant to feel gratitude, but often what...
Earlier this year, a sense of cautious optimism spread through the public health community. In May, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention announced provisional data indicating a significant national decline in overdose deaths during 2024—a drop of nearly 27%. After...
We’re in the home stretch. As I look at the calendar and realize we are already deep into October 2025, I find myself taking a long, slow exhale. If you’re anything like me, you started this year with a renewed sense of purpose, a list of goals, and a fire in your belly to...
I'm still buzzing from last night, a profound mix of exhaustion and exhilarating pride. If you’ve been following my journey, or the incredible work of Mobilize Recovery, you know that saving lives—specifically Narcan distribution—is a cornerstone of our mission. But last night...
It’s September. The air is getting a little crisper, the days are growing shorter, and a new school year is in full swing. For many, it's a month of fresh starts and new routines. But for those of us in the recovery community, September holds a special significance: it’s...
The end of August always brings a bittersweet change to the air here in Las Vegas. The brutal heat of summer starts to ease up, and the city seems to take a slow, collective breath. But for me, and for so many others in our community, August 31st carries a different weight, a...
The fluorescent lights of the detox unit hummed, a sterile counterpoint to the chaos that had been my life just days before. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, for the familiar oblivion that had become my twisted comfort. My hands trembled, not from withdrawal alone,...