Category: Journal

7.21.25 “What’s next? Where do we go from here?” After making amends to someone on my list, they asked me these questions. And the only thing I could honestly say was — I have no fucking idea. That used to terrify me. Not knowing felt like failure, like being out of control. But recovery has Read more

7.20.25 I really missed the Sunday women’s meeting — it’s my “church.” I hadn’t been able to attend the last two Sundays because life was just… lifing. But being back reminded me why I love it so much. There’s no better way to start the day, or the week, than with that group of strong, Read more

7.19.25 This morning, I sat on my couch waiting for family who had said they wanted to spend time with me before the graduation party for my niece. I had gotten up early to tidy up the house and water the lawn—wanting to make everything nice for their visit. Then I waited. And waited. And Read more

7.18.25 Some songs don’t just play—they pull. Tonight, it was Friend of Mine by Kameron Marlowe. It didn’t just echo in my ears—it echoed in me. Every note, every line, felt like a mirror I wasn’t ready to look into. But I did. And now the ache is louder than usual. I don’t know how Read more