I used to think alcohol gave me a life.
Gave me confidence.
Gave me personality.
But the truth is… it gave me a mask.
And when I finally found the guts to take that mask off,
I realized something I never saw before—
I was still me.
Still funny. Still loud. Still real.
Just sober… and finally happy.
Writing Broken Lines wasn’t just about telling my story—
It was about taking my power back.
It was about showing others that you don’t need to stay stuck in the false life alcohol gives you.
Because once I let go of that lie…
I saw myself clearly for the first time.
Now, I get to walk in the world with nothing to hide.
No more blurred nights.
No more broken promises.
Just me, battling this addiction second by second—
because yeah… it takes longer to drive to the bar
than it does to stay home and protect my peace.
So follow me.
Walk with me.
Not just day by day—
but second by second.
This is what sober looks like.
This is what real feels like.
And I’m just getting started.