It Was Never Easy: 13 Years of Fighting Myself & Finally Choosing Sobriety
Let me tell you something before we go any further. Sobriety did not fall into my lap like some glowing miracle. It did not happen because I “got inspired.” It did not happen because life suddenly became easy. It happened because I was exhausted. Exhausted from fighting myself. Exhausted from justifying my habits. Exhausted from pretending I didn’t see what was right in front of me. And if I’m being honest… it took me 13 years to get here. Thirteen. I was 24 when I first felt that whisper in my spirit: “This might be a problem.” But I didn’t listen. The Age I Knew — But Didn’t Want to Know At 24, everything still looked “normal.” I was young. I was social. I was functioning. I wasn’t “that bad.” And that’s the dangerous part. Because addiction doesn’t always show up in a dramatic rock-bottom moment. Sometimes it shows up quietly. Respectably. Socially acceptable. At 24, I started noticing patterns. I drank differently than some people. I thought about ...
