One Year

As of today, I am officially one year clean and sober. It feels so ridiculous to say those words. This year has been full of some of the most dramatic ups and downs, and I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything.

2022 was a year of healing. I said some things out loud that I’d never shared with a single soul before, I cried and I laughed, I cursed a lot and prayed even more. I am so grateful to be alive today, and thankful for the incredible people in my life who have been on my side through this journey.

I shouldn’t be sitting here today typing these words. I’ve tried to kill myself more than once in the past, and I’ve put myself in situations that should have ended in death, but my Higher Power had other plans.

If you’re reading this, and you’re struggling with anything- addiction, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, an eating disorder, general mental health… whatever it is. I’m here as proof that there is hope, even when it feels like your world is in darkness. Let others be your light.

I’m going to be sharing more of my story in the coming months; it’s been a quiet year for me as far as social media and writing, but I’m excited to start anew this year.

My word for 2023: Freedom. What’s yours?