Category: Journal

6.28.25 Being sober doesn’t mean there aren’t shit days. Life still lifes me. I have days when I don’t want to get out of bed. Days when my skin feels like it’s crawling because I can’t get out of my head or out of my own way. And sometimes it’s not even the whole day—just Read more

6.27.25 I really appreciated the Daily Reflection for today. It actually made me chuckle, because I’ve never been one to conform to anything. Mostly because of sheer stubbornness—and what I now know is my disease: addiction. AA changed that for me. I made the choice, and I continue to choose every day to live by Read more

6.26.25 Grief is such a strange companion — familiar, unwelcome, persistent. I’ve lived with it for so long, in so many forms, that it feels woven into my DNA. But today, I’m acknowledging something important: even though grief may stay, it doesn’t have to direct. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting what mattered. It means releasing Read more

6.25.25 I can’t remember the last time I didn’t want to come home. But today, while I was at the office, I checked my personal email and saw a delivery notification. The sender’s name stopped me cold—it was the package with keepsakes made from Tyson’s mane and tail. One for Kendall, one for me. We Read more