There’s this unspoken rule in society that tells us not to talk about the hard stuff. We’re expected to smile through our struggles, keep quiet about our anxiety, and pretend depression is just a bad mood we’ll snap out of. I’ve learned that when people hear the words mental illness, they sometimes...
There’s a part of me that still flinches when I think about it. The days I lost. The people I pushed away. The way I let myself drown and called it survival. Addiction doesn’t show up like some monster you can fight. It shows up like relief. Like the answer you’ve been searching for. It tells you...
I told myself it was over. I told myself I was better. I stacked the clean days like trophies— proof that I had outrun the darkness for good. But addiction doesn’t care about the stories you tell yourself. It waits. It knows your weak spots better than you do. And when it hits, it doesn’t come with...
I’ve been in this place before. A quiet moment, a slow day, and suddenly—boom—my mind turns against me. It’s like the past comes back wearing the face of my last episode, whispering: Did that really happen? Did you imagine it? Were you out of control? And then the questions start crashing in like...
There was a time when I thought I would never escape. The cycle of addiction had me trapped, suffocating me in its relentless grip. Every time I tried to climb out, I slipped back into the darkness, convinced that this was my fate—that I was destined to be lost forever. And for a long time, I...
There’s something sacred about early mornings—those quiet hours before the world wakes up. I used to hate them. Mornings reminded me of hangovers, regrets, and broken promises. The sun rising meant I had survived another night I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But now, after walking the rocky road of...
There was a time in my life when I believed I was too far gone. The weight of addiction had wrapped itself around my soul like chains, and anxiety gnawed at my peace like a relentless storm. I couldn’t see beyond the mess I had made, let alone believe that anything good could come out of it...
