There’s a quiet whisper I’ve been hearing lately—a gentle reminder that my recovery journey isn’t something I left behind, but something I’m still very much living. That whisper has led me back to the core of my healing: the Narcotics Anonymous program. I’m not new to the Steps. I’ve worked them...
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...
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...
There was a time in my life when I thought I could control my addiction. I believed I had the power to decide when to stop, when to give in, when to hide it from the world. But addiction does not allow itself to be controlled. It seeps into every corner of your existence, darkens your mind, and...
Walking through the doors of a residential rehab facility felt like stepping into the unknown, like standing at the edge of a vast ocean with no clear idea of what lay beyond the waves. I was exhausted, broken, and stripped of every illusion I had built around my addiction. My body ached, my mind...
