8.7.25
Tomorrow I hit nine months sober. Nine fucking months. Tonight is Friday eve, Friday Night Lights eve, and the eve of celebrating this milestone with my alumni friends. Tomorrow night we’ll have our meeting and then head to Sonic for our monthly shake night.
Saturday I’ll be at the Gem State Round Up—AA and Al-Anon speakers, panels, and strangers who might just become friends. I can’t wait to hear the stories, the struggles, the victories. Those rooms remind me why I keep showing up.
But right now? I’m just fucking grateful. Grateful for the blood, sweat, and tears. Grateful for the nights I didn’t give in when my head told me I couldn’t do this. Grateful for every uncomfortable moment that forced me to face myself.
Getting to know me has been hard as hell. Learning to love me has been even harder. But I’ve done it. I’m doing it. And I wouldn’t change any of it. This has been the hardest and most important thing I’ve ever done for myself. I did it. I made it here. And now I know I can keep going.
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