I’m not the best at holding space for two things to be true. Okay, scratch that, I used to not be great at holding space for two things to be true. Discovering my husband is a sex addict in the midst of learning how to walk again due to a life-altering accident, had me becoming an excellent juggler of realities. But, as they say, the struggle is real. And now, years later, I’m still floundering in the regurgitated messiness of my childhood. Traumas I thought I’d worked through have taken new meaning and form. Walking in tandem with my husband through his first pass at recovery, and my journey anew, is where you, the listener, enters. Join us as we unfold and rebuild...from the ground up. We focus on exploring the cognitive dissonance of life, marriage, and the human experience through the eyes of recovery. We walk in curiosity and humor. Please come walk along side us and learn, laugh, and cry with us.