Day 68 – Middle of Nowhere (raw thought)
Recovery feels like a dirt road through nowhere.But I’ve been lost before,and this ain’t that.This is heading home.
Journal
This is where I show up and tell the truth.
Reflections, poems, check-ins, and thoughts from the front lines of recovery.
Some days it’s messy, some days it’s a little clearer — but it’s all real.
If it’s in here, I needed to say it.
Day 67 – Coffee & Pages (prayer)
God,The only thing keeping me upright todayis bitter coffee and holy words.I’ll take it.Meet me here.
Day 66 – Liar’s Voice (raw thought)
The voice told me I could handle “just one.”I laughed in its face.Because I know how that movie ends—and I’m tired of re-runs.
Day 65 – Empty Hands (poem)
I don’t bring You victory.I don’t bring You polish.I bring empty handsand a heart still pulsing.You call it enough.
Day 62 – Chaos Ride (raw thought)
Life’s been chaos. Work, family, program sideways.But I strapped in and didn’t bail.Sometimes the ride just sucks, but bailing makes it worse.
Day 58 – Mirror Check (raw thought)
The mirror lies.Says I’m fat, broken, behind.But the truth? I’m showing up. I’m fighting.And that reflection matters more than what I see.
Day 56 – Fuck Off, Addiction (poem)
Whisper softer,scream louder,I don’t care.Fuck off, addiction—you’ve had enough rent-free timein my skull.
Day 55 – Flat Tire (raw thought)
Program felt like a busted wheel today. Couldn’t roll smooth, but I didn’t leave the road. Limped it home. Sometimes survival is the win.
Day 54 – Full Tank, Rough Road
Spiritually, I feel like I’ve got a full tank right now. Not because the road got smooth—hell no, it’s still full of potholes—but because I’m actually fueling up daily. Prayer, connection, food on plan. That’s my gas. That’s my grip on the wheel.
Day 52 – Chair Time
I sat my ass in the chair this morning and did my quiet time even though everything in me wanted to bolt. That’s my win today. Not perfect, not magical, but I showed up. Sometimes that’s the best move I’ve got—just stay in the chair.