The Shatterproof Blog

This season can be stressful. Here are a few of my top tips for getting festive without jeopardizing your health.

It’s important to protect yourself and your wellness throughout the holiday season. Here are a few tips that may help you redirect thinking and control urges to use during the holidays.

In a few weeks, they’ll each be running a marathon on different sides of the country. And they’re both doing it to raise funds and awareness for Shatterproof.

42 treatment programs. Countless emergency doses of naloxone. But Mark survived it all. Now, he's thriving in recovery.

This is what I live for now: the hope that my grandson’s generation will not be cast away like his father’s generation was, and that the antiquated stigma surrounding addiction will cease to exist.

There is a saying in my family that we are all born with alcoholism. That we have “the gene.”

What does it mean to honor someone you’ve lost to an overdose? How do you remember someone who died from a disease most of the world would rather forget?

Overdose Awareness Day is August 31. In honor of this painful but important day, we're sharing stories from Shatterproof community members who've experienced overdose firsthand.

Saving his life is my sweet Brittany Rose’s legacy. Because she died, I was able to help him live.

I’d love to tell my mom that I understand how much shame she’s feeling. I want to tell her how her drinking affects me. But it's hard.

I celebrated 10 years sober in November 2020. My dad has more than 35 years under his belt.

Within a week I had a prescription for Suboxone and access to support meetings. The doctor’s office called often to check in. I realized that maybe I could hang on.

This will be my fourth Mother’s Day without my son, Jason. I often reflect on the past at this time of year.

Realizing this is heartbreaking, and no one knows that reality more than a mom who has lost a child to substance use disorder.

Lyndsey felt ashamed, judged, and trapped by the stigma surrounding addiction for 9 long years—and so did we.