10 years sober from methamphetamine. Sounds like a damn victory, right? But let me tell you—every single day I’m reminded just how close I could be to fucking it all up. I’m talking about the life I’ve built, the freedom I’ve earned. It’s crazy how easily it could all be lost in a moment. That’s one of the biggest reality checks I live with. I’m lucky. Not just because I’m sober, but because I get to work in recovery every damn day. My “day job” is showing up to treatment, but also meeting some of the most incredible people with stories that inspire the hell out of me—and yeah, sometimes break my heart too. Today hit me hard. I had several clients back to back where this feeling just washed over me—the mix of overwhelming gratitude and straight-up terror. How about you? Do you ever get those moments where you’re so damn grateful for your recovery, but it also scares the shit out of you? Would love to hear if you’ve felt that too.

Here’s something nobody tells you when you’re clawing your way out of addiction: you’re getting an education money can’t buy. 🎓💥 No fancy school, no Ivy League, no “expert” in a suit has studied what you survived. You learned in real time, in the trenches, where it actually matters. There’s a kind of wisdom that comes from facing your worst days and making it through. You can’t fake it. You can’t buy it. And the wildest part? That knowledge—your scars, your story, your ability to really see someone who’s still stuck—is priceless. 💯✨ Doctors, therapists, lawyers—they all have their place, and I’m grateful for them. But there are people out there who won’t listen to anyone in a white coat or a fancy office. They’re waiting for someone like you—someone who’s been there, who gets it, who can say, “I know how dark it gets. I made it out. And you can too.” 🫂🌅 So don’t downplay what you’ve been through. Don’t hide your story or your experience. Use it. Teach. Lift. Share. Say the things you needed to hear when you were at your lowest. You might be the only voice that cuts through the noise for someone who desperately needs hope. Your pain has value. Your progress is real. And you—yes, YOU—are living proof that recovery is possible. That’s an education worth sharing. 📚🦋💪 If you’re out there, reading this, and you’re struggling: you’re not alone. Progress is progress. And sometimes the most powerful teachers are the ones who learned the hard way. ❤️‍🩹