I don’t remember the exact moment I decided enough is enough. I remember the in between’s — the mornings where I woke up tired of my own promises, the nights that blurred into silence, the weight of pretending I was fine when I wasn’t even close, the bad nights that became patterns. 

Sobriety did not make my life easier. It made me feel what I was running from. Anger I used to swallow. Sadness I used to laugh through. Joy that doesn’t need a filter. It’s all louder, but at least it’s mine. 

I know not everyone struggles with drinking. But I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t. My story isn’t about demonizing alcohol — it’s about choosing to free myself from it. After I said no and meant it… I started finding myself again. 

If you’re in that in-between place — not quite rock bottom, but not okay either — I see you. You don’t have to crash to choose better. You don’t have to keep numbing just because it’s familiar. You’re not weak for wanting more.

You are meant for more.

Not in a cheesy, motivational way —

In a deep, honest, this-doesn’t-have-to-be-the-end way.

You can change.

You can choose different.

Even if it takes time. Even if you fall.

Even if no one claps when you take your first sober breath.

I still get triggered. I still get tempted. But I don’t go silent anymore —

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