150 days sober.
That’s 150 days of waking up without shame.
150 days of facing everything I used to run from.
150 chances to quit—and 150 times I didn’t.
I won’t lie… some of those days broke me.
Some felt like I was crawling through glass just to make it to nightfall.
But every second, I chose me.
Not the bottle.
Not the lie that said I’d never change.
Me.
If you’re watching this, and you’re still stuck in the dark—
I need you to hear me:
You can do this.
Even when it hurts.
Even when nobody claps for you.
Even when your own reflection don’t believe you yet.
Keep. Going.
Because healing isn’t loud.
It’s quiet victories like this.
150 days. And I’m still standing.
Not perfect.
But present.
And finally proud of the man I see in the mirror.