There were days I wanted to give up — moments where sobriety felt fragile, uncomfortable, and impossibly hard. Not because I didn’t want to stay sober, but because life still showed up messy. In this post, I’m sharing the real things that helped me stay sober when I almost didn’t: the phone calls, the awkward prayers, the iced tea, and the one quiet reminder that kept me grounded — you don’t have to do this alone.

Early sobriety was like being emotionally sunburned — everything felt raw, uncomfortable, and way too bright. I had to relearn how to live, talk, feel, and trust myself again. From being emotional to awkwardly praying to a Higher Power I didn’t quite believe in, this is what my first 60 days looked like. Messy, healing, and full of tiny, brave steps forward.

In my first post, I share a real and honest look at what recovery has meant for me over the past six years. From nearly relapsing at two years sober to discovering how vital spirituality, connection, and self-awareness are in my life, this post reflects how my approach to sobriety has evolved. I talk about the pressure I once felt to do recovery “perfectly,” how I’ve learned to find peace in the simplest moments, and why humor and faith keep me grounded. Most of all, I hope to remind others that recovery isn’t one-size-fits-all — and that healing is possible, even in the messiest seasons of life.