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.

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