Relapse isn’t failure: a simple guide to recovery without shame
because fucking up doesn’t mean you’re doomed.
Twelve years sober. You’d think by now I’d have figured it all out. A neat little system of balance, self-discipline, and zen-like composure. Spoiler alert—I haven’t.
Recovery, much like my attention span (thanks, inattentive ADHD), is all over the place. Some days, I’m cruising. Other days, my brain decides it’s a fantastic idea to revisit self-destruction just for old times’ sake. And I know I’m not the only one.
So let’s get this straight right now—relapse is not failure. It’s part of the process. The problem isn’t falling; it’s believing you’re not allowed to get back up.
But here’s what everyone misses…
The real danger isn’t the relapse itself—it’s the shame that comes with it.
The “well, I’ve already fucked up, might as well go all in” mindset. That’s what keeps people stuck in the cycle. It’s not the one drink, the one pill, the one moment of weakness—it’s the avalanche of self-hatred that follows.
the myth of the perfect recovery
You know those sobriety success stories that go like this:
“I hit rock bottom, had an epiphany, quit cold turkey, and now my life is sunshine and yoga retreats.”
Yeah, that’s bullshit.
For most of us, it’s more like: “I hit rock bottom, got sober, relapsed, tried again, got my shit together for a bit, relapsed again, felt like a failure, repeated the cycle, and eventually learned to manage it.”
Recovery is a mess. It’s not linear, it’s not clean, and it sure as hell isn’t about being perfect.
relapse isn’t a betrayal—it’s data
When you relapse, your first instinct is probably shame. I get it. But what if, instead of treating it like a moral failing, you treated it like a learning experience?
Ask yourself:
What led up to it? Stress? Isolation? Boredom? (Or, let’s be honest, just an absolutely shit day?)
What did you actually get from it? Did it feel as good as you thought it would? Or was it a disappointment wrapped in regret?
What can you do differently next time?
Think of it like debugging code. If something crashes, you don’t throw the whole system away. You figure out what went wrong and tweak it.
the shame trap (and how to escape it)
Here’s a wild concept: Instead of beating yourself up, try… not doing that.
Shame is useless. It doesn’t make you stronger, smarter, or more determined. It just makes you feel like shit, which—guess what?—makes relapse more likely, not less.
Instead, when you slip up:
Acknowledge it. No denial, no excuses. Just “Yep, that happened.”
Get curious, not judgmental. What was going on in your head? What triggered it?
Move the fuck on. Seriously. Sitting in self-loathing does nothing except waste time you could spend getting back on track.
redefining success in recovery
If success = never relapsing, then most people are “failures.” And that’s ridiculous.
Try this instead: Success is about staying in the fight. It’s about getting back up. It’s about learning. It’s about not letting one bad day erase years of progress.
Because the truth is, every time you come back from a relapse, you’re proving to yourself that you can. That’s the win.
final thoughts (because I know attention spans are short)
Relapse isn’t the end. It’s just a plot twist.
Shame makes it worse—ditch it.
Recovery is messy, and that’s okay.
You’re still in the fight, and that’s what matters.
If you’re struggling right now, here’s what I’ll tell you: Take a deep breath. Call someone. Drink some water. Sleep. And remember, you’re not alone in this.
Now go be kind to yourself, yeah?
I especially like this from the section on redefining success in Recovery: "Success is about staying in the fight. It’s about getting back up. It’s about learning." It makes so much sense, and I love that it also applies to Life. Great article!
You make valid points, but are all the F-bombs necessary? I used to cuss like a sailor. I owned a biker bar and used the word liberally until my come to Jesus moment. I'm married to an alcoholic, and our lives are a miracle. When I stopped using the word, it held a lot more weight when it came out of my mouth, which was very seldom. No insult was intended; I was sharing an opinion. 😊