200 Days Sober: The Life I Was Always Meant to Live
On February 5th, 2026, I quietly crossed a line that changed everything. Two hundred days sober. No countdown clock. No fireworks. No dramatic announcement. Just me… waking up in my own body, in my own mind, in a life that finally feels like mine . Two hundred days without numbing myself. Two hundred days without running from my feelings. Two hundred days of choosing presence over escape. And somehow, in that time, I didn’t just get sober… I got reborn . The Girl I Used to Be For a long time, I thought I was just “getting by.” I told myself I was strong. Independent. Handling life. But the truth? I was surviving, not living. I didn’t know how to sit with my emotions. I didn’t know how to slow down. I didn’t know how to feel without needing something to soften the edges of reality. So I numbed. I distracted. I avoided. I stayed busy. I stayed loud. I stayed guarded. On the outside, I looked okay. On the inside, I was exhausted. I wasn’t running toward anything. ...
