I am a suicide survivor
I am a cancer survivor
I am a stroke survivor
I am a truth teller
I am a mental health advocate
I am a sober Mom
I am an Air Force Wife
I am the daughter of the King
This blog came from my experiences in early sobriety after my stroke.
The stroke I suffered in early sobriety made me who I am today.
It made me realize that sobriety is a beautiful gift, not some horrible punishment.
I fought fucking hard that first year.
I hated every single moment of sobriety during my first year.
There was no pink cloud, no happy, joyous, and free bullshit that first year.
I wanted to crawl out of my skin on a daily basis.I dug deep, I'm talking to the depth of my sou DEEPl. I surrendered to the process begrudgingly and out of spit each and every one of those 365 days that first year.
I'll be honest, I didn't have a whole helluva lot of hope that I could remain sober. A lot of what kept me going was people expressing their doubts in me openly. I was belittled, berated, and looked down upon by people at my meeting house. I wasn't going to let those fuckers see me fail.
I operated out of pure spite, and with a shit ton of help from my homie Jesus.
We were gonna do the damn thing together, NO MATTER WHAT.
I suited up, and showed up, sometimes three to four meetings a DAY.
I made a vow to God, if he gave me my speech back that I would devote the rest of my life, helping others.
Thanks for being a part of my sobriety, I can't do this alone.
You are welcome to keep coming back here to see new content. If you're struggling, shoot me a text.
I will make sure I get back to you.
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You don't have to do this alone.