Testimonials

My name is Molly, and I am a recovering addict.  When I first came into recovery, I thought my life was over.  I wasn’t having fun in my active addiction anymore, and I didn’t expect to have any fun in recovery.  I had destroyed my own life and I was ready to pay the consequences for it by living a solemn, boring life.  Was I ever wrong!  Las Hermanas is more than a retreat.  It is an experience that every woman in recovery should have.  Las Hermanas is the perfect place to escape the pressures and the hustle and bustle of everyday life.  The scenic views from the highest places within camp literally take my breath away. 

My favorite thing about recovery is my favorite thing about Las Hermanas as well: all walks of life are represented. Women who might not otherwise have found themselves friends come together to connect, fellowship, and have more fun than most of us ever thought we could have in recovery. 

Between the awesome activities (I highly recommend the zipline), the powerful speaker meetings and the belly laughs in the cabins, Las Hermanas is a weekend filled with supportive healing, friendship, and fun.  I wouldn’t miss it! See you on the mountain!

Las Hermanas sisters are who we are. It’s a place that people go to for 3 days, some as complete strangers and they become united with that feeling of being completely accepted for who you are. There are no words for how free and safe I feel at this retreat.

Las Hermanas is truly a spiritual retreat; one mind, one body, one spirit. I came to experience true sisterhood the first year. I thought it was about the food, but by the third day I felt the spirit of Woman Nation.

Thank you to all my sisters.

I will never forget what it felt like when I first got clean and found myself in recovery. I was a complete mess. I never had a good relationship with the women in my life, from childhood throughout my active addiction. Being new in recovery I didn’t trust these women either. I found myself very alone. Then it was suggested that I attend Las Hermanas.

I was so nervous, I was sure that these women wouldn’t like me, they wouldn’t accept me, and that I would be miserable. They did more than accept me, they loved me, most of all they showed me how much I need women in my recovery. We spent that weekend meditating, sharing our joy and our burdens, laughing until our sides might split singing karaoke. I moved away that year to Indiana. The recovery isn’t as strong, the fellowship is not as tightly woven. I found myself feeling alone and defeated.

Last year I made my way back to Las Hermanas. My spirit was broken. As soon as I reached camp Cedar Glen I was filled with hope, courage and strength. There really aren’t enough words to describe the sisterhood of women that meet annually on that mountain. They gave me the motivation to start a women’s meeting here in my new home town. They gave me strength to keep carrying the message. Lives are changed, hope is restored, trust is found, new journeys are discovered. Every year I look forward to seeing old friends and making new ones. See you there!