Day 70 – Promise Land Glimpse (reflection/prayer)
Seventy days.Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—but seventy returns.I caught a glimpse today—of the peace You promised,the life You said was possible.God, let me keep walking toward it.
Returns
Posts after slips, restarts, or breakthroughs
Day 63 – Knees to Concrete (prayer)
God,Even if it means gravel in my skin,I’ll keep dropping to my knees.Better scraped in prayer than whole in self-will.
Day 50 – Marker Stone (poem/prayer)
Fifty days.Not fifty perfect days.More like fifty rounds in the dirt.I lay this marker here,to say I made it this far.Now, God—help me make it farther.
Day 49 – Return in Ashes (raw thought)
My program’s not shining right now—it’s ashes.But ashes mean there was fire once.And fire can come back.Today I strike a match.
Day 43 – What’s Left (poem)
Take the polish,take the pretend,take the fake “I’m fine.”Leave me raw,leave me scraped down to bone.What’s left?Just enough to fight another day.
Day 41 – Thin Ice (raw thought)
Been sliding more than walking lately.Every step feels like thin ice, and I can hear it crack.One bad move and I’m under.But I ain’t gone yet.Still moving. Still here.
Day 39 – Pre-Gratitude
Poem: Tomorrow’s a big number.But today is still one more. So I’m grateful in advance.Grateful for waking up.Grateful I’m not lying again.Grateful my body didn’t breakunder the weight of what I used to do to it. Pre-thanking You, God.Not for perfection —but for progress. Still…Still grateful.Still sane(ish).Still on my way.
Day 38 – Tired is Not a Trigger
Reflection: I’m tired. But tired is not an excuse.It’s not a trigger.It’s not permission to eat, hide, or quit. It’s just tired. So I’m drinking water.I’m finishing my day.I’m not letting the lie whisper,“You deserve something.” I deserve truth.I deserve healing.And I’ll get both — one day at a time. Still…Still tired.Still honest.Still abstinent.
Day 37 – Forgive Me
Prayer: Forgive me, God.Not for eating today — but for wanting to.For cussing under my breath at people I love.For pretending I was “fine” when I was not.For being so afraid of failing that I almost sabotaged success. I don’t need a thunderbolt.Just the courage to keep going. Still…Still forgiven.Still flawed.Still walking.
Day 36 – Bandit Brain
Poem: My brain is a bandit.It sneaks in,packs up old cravings,steals my serenity,and calls it “just thinking.” But I’m on to it now.I set traps with Truth.I lock doors with prayer.I post guards with calls.I don’t let it run the place anymore. It can sneak,but it can’t stay. Still…Still aware.Still armed with willingness.Still guarding my … Read more