I’m not trying to be perfect.
I’m trying to be consistent.
Every day I choose small acts of care—scripture, breath, honesty, rest, movement, reaching out. Some days they feel powerful. Some days they feel quiet. But they add up.
Healing isn’t a sudden breakthrough.
It’s a daily return to myself.
I’m learning to trust that feeling a little better each day is enough.
That staying present, staying sober, and staying willing is progress—even when it’s slow.
I don’t need to rush the process.
I just need to keep showing up.
Grace meets me in the consistency.
