I’m starting something simple: one honest piece a week about what early sobriety actually feels like.
This week’s theme was: why I’m doing this in public at all.
For me, silence isn’t neutral. Hiding isn’t harmless. If I keep everything locked away, I’m just building a prettier version of the same old lie.
I’m not writing from the mountaintop. I’m writing from the middle — still learning, still scared, still showing up.
If you’re comfortable: what’s one thing you’ve been keeping private out of fear?