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.
It’s so fucking loud.Like I want to pound nails into my ears just to shut the noise up.The voices, the fear, the tension, the self-talk that sounds like an auctioneer on meth—nonstop.I crave food because it drowns it out.But God, I need something deeper.Give me a quiet that doesn’t numb—just holds me. #QuietTime #InnerChaos #RawRecovery … Read more
I made a mess of it. Not just the food. The day. The promises. The prayers.But God’s still here. And I’m still showing up.I heard a guy in a meeting say, “Nobody pissed me off today, so that was good.” His intention was simple: Don’t be a dick.Today, I’m borrowing that.No explosions. No martyrdom. No … Read more
I don’t know how to do this.But I can ask. #Willingness #AskForHelp #SpiritualSurrender #100DaysOfReturn
Sometimes I want to disappear into the food again. Not just nibble. Vanish.That moment when I’m flooded, angry, ashamed, exhausted—and the old voice says, “Just eat. You’ll feel better.”But here’s the truth: I never feel better. I just feel numb. And then worse.Because I’m not hiding from life—I’m killing it. Slowly. Secretly. Bite by bite.Every … Read more
God, I don’t have the power. But I believe You do.Do what I can’t today. #StepOne #PowerGreaterThanMe #SpiritualRecovery #100DaysOfReturn
I made it past the moment. Just one. But it was the one that mattered.The sun started to shine through the cracks.I saw God in a breeze, in a smile from a stranger, in the quiet that followed the craving.Little mercies. Small graces.They were there all along—I just needed the fog to clear. #RecoveryChoice #AbstinenceJourney … Read more
Ah, yes—grit. The crusty cousin of grace.The dirt under your spiritual fingernails. The stuff between your teeth after gnawing on truth too long. Grit doesn’t wait for permission. Grit doesn’t ask how it feels. Grit laces up, shows up, and shuts up when the work begins. Let’s break it down:G.R.I.T. – God. Resilience. Integrity. Tenacity.Or … Read more
Not all hunger is for food.Today I fed the wrong one.I was starving for peace but stuffed my anger instead.Yelled across the room. Slammed a door. Resentment tasted bitter all afternoon.God, help me hunger for the right things tomorrow. #FoodFeelingsFaith #HungerHonesty #100DaysOfReturn #ReturnAgain
Lying to myself was easier. But it kept me sick.Truth hurts, but it heals.Today the truth was: I was impatient, loud, and sharp with the people I love most.But I caught it. I named it. And that’s something. ChooseTruth #RecoveryWriting #FoodAddictionRecovery #100DaysOfReturn
One pause saved me today.It wasn’t long. It was honest. And it was enough.But not every pause came easy.I barked at my kid, rushed past my wife, snapped at the dog.Next time, God—please help me pause sooner, softer, deeper. PausePrayProceed #100DaysOfReturn #SpiritualTools #OneDayAtATime