These days, I’m learning how to breathe again. Not just the kind of breath that keeps you alive—but the kind that lets you feel alive. It’s different now. There’s a calmness I didn’t used to have. A quiet in my chest that used to always be full of noise—panic, shame, fear, cravings. I still deal...
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but just because something goes wrong doesn’t mean the universe is out to get you. I say this as someone who, for years, genuinely believed the world had a personal vendetta against me. Car won’t start? Obviously, a sign that my life is in shambles. Spilled my...
This weekend hit me hard—back-to-back blows that left me feeling drained, frustrated, and dangerously close to old habits. First, a car accident totaled my vehicle. Then, before I could even process that loss, I lost my wallet. It felt like the universe was taking everything from me all at once. As...
In the haze of my addiction, I met someone who mirrored my pain, my despair, and my hopelessness. We crossed paths at a time when the world seemed to have no place for us, and in each other, we sought refuge. But what we built was not a friendship—it was a storm disguised as safety. A Bond Built on...
Relapse. Just saying the word used to fill me with shame, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of failure. But as I sit here writing this, I realize that relapse is not the end of the story—it’s simply a chapter in the book of my life. When I started this journey of recovery, I naively thought it would...
It’s easy to get caught up in the daily hustle, taking care of everyone else and putting their needs before our own. I often find myself so focused on others’ well-being that I forget to check in with myself. When was the last time someone asked me if I was okay, really took a moment to...
