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I reached for my pocket out of habit and felt betrayed by muscle memory. I relapsed recently and I’m trying not to disappear in shame. I stared at my trigger like it owed me money, then walked away. I...

When I was on the pills, Saturday and Sunday were just a blur of naps and "zoning out." I’d blink and it would be Monday morning. This weekend, I went for a walk, read half a book, cleaned the kitchen...

For ten years, the only time I saw the sunrise was while stumbling out of a club in Westlands, looking for eggs. This morning, I saw it from my balcony with a cup of tea. It turns out the sun is actua...

I’m trying to replace the habit with something healthier (even if it’s imperfect). My sleep is improving, but the dreams are wild. My brain tried to convince me ‘just this once’ like a bad salesman. I...

Actually finished a whole Netflix series without forgetting the plot and restarting it 5 times. Sober memory is a superpower.

I reached for my pocket out of habit and felt betrayed by muscle memory. I feel proud and scared at the same time — like I’m growing up late. One day at a time. Today is enough.

I didn’t realize how much my weekends were planned around alcohol. I’m noticing emotions I used to numb, and it’s uncomfortable but real. I ate snacks like I was refueling for a marathon 😂 Thanks for ...

Cook full meals instead of ordering. Kitchen smells amazing.

At the office party, I didn’t want to explain my sobriety, so I told everyone I was a "Water Sommelier." I spent 20 minutes describing the "earthy notes" and "aggressive bubbles" of a bottle of Kering...

No more square face from phone light. Skin is thanking me.

Nose working overtime. Smell everything again.

My fridge used to hide from me at midnight. Now it's safe. No more 3am raids for random food combinations. Sorry for the cereal and ketchup sandwich phase.

I forgot that dreams existed. Now that I’ve quit, my brain is overcompensating. Last night I dreamt I was a CEO of a company that sold hats to dolphins. It was more vivid than any 420-induced "revelat...

I didn’t realize how much my weekends were planned around alcohol. My sleep is improving, but the dreams are wild. If you’re reading this on day 1, please know day 1 matters.

Since I quit the sticks, my nose has become a lethal weapon. I smelled my neighbor making toast this morning and I live on the 4th floor. The world is a very smelly place! Mostly good, sometimes "bus-...