Reflection:
I didn’t float here on good vibes and green juice.
I clawed my way through cravings,
through lies I told myself,
through the hundred reasons to say “screw it.”
Thirty days. Not clean. Not perfect. But real.
And I didn’t do it alone.
God dragged my sorry ass through more than a few of these.
I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m pissed it’s still this hard.
But I’m here.
And I’ve earned this one.
Not with willpower—
with surrender, over and over again.
Still…
Still sugar-free. Still full of feelings. Still not bingeing.
Still here.