Alcohol ruined me more than once. It took pieces of my life, my peace, my relationships, and myself. There were times I used it to numb pain I didn’t know how to face, to escape trauma, illness, heartbreak, and everything I kept buried inside. But alcohol never fixed anything. It only made the darkness louder.
I lost myself more than once. I hit rock bottom more than once. And recovery has not been a straight line for me. This is my second time choosing sobriety, and this time I’m fighting harder for it because I know exactly what’s waiting for me if I go back.
Recovery is messy. It’s emotional. It forces you to face every version of yourself you tried to drown. But it’s also the most powerful thing I’ve ever done. Every sober day is a choice to rebuild my life, my health, and my future.
On January 1, 2027, I will be 3 years sober. Three years of choosing myself. Three years of healing. Three years of learning that I deserve peace more than I ever deserved poison.
I’m not proud of everything alcohol made me become, but I am proud of the woman I’m becoming without it. 🤍