One of the sober sisters in this community inspired me to write a piece about fear last night.
Her question stayed with me: What is fear doing to you today?
Fear used to run my life.
It kept me small.
It kept me chasing validation.
It convinced me that chaos was connection.
It told me I wasn’t worthy of being chosen unless I performed for it.
Fear sounded like urgency.
Fear felt like attachment.
Fear looked like survival.
Today, fear still whispers.. especially around abandonment and not being enough. But it doesn’t get the final say anymore.
Sobriety gave me something I never had before: clarity. And with clarity comes choice.
Now when fear shows up, I try to ask it what it’s protecting instead of letting it dictate my behavior. Sometimes it’s old wounds. Sometimes it’s ego. Sometimes it’s just unfamiliar peace.
Healing isn’t the absence of fear. It’s learning to sit with it without running.
And today, I’m choosing steadiness over panic. Growth over avoidance. Presence over escape.
That alone feels like freedom. 
