Theme: Getting back into rhythm. Sloppy discipline, but no surrender. Journal-Style Entry: Today I realized something: I’ve been playing recovery like an out-of-tune guitar. The right notes are there, but they’re off. I’m half-measuring food, mumbling prayers, skipping corners on my journaling. Still abstinent, but not sharp. It’s not about being perfect—it’s about being honest. … Read more
Theme: Mentally fogged, spiritually sluggish, physically present but barely. Journal-Style Entry: The mental fog is thick today. Like I’m driving with dirty headlights in a snowstorm. I’m doing the things—showing up, eating abstinently, checking the boxes—but my head ain’t in the game. It’s not dramatic. No breakdowns or binges. But it’s a spiritual dullness. I’m … Read more
Today wasn’t all struggle. There was a spark. Not a fire. Not a blaze. Just enough light to see the road. It came in a message. A look. A pause in the chaos that said, “You’re not alone.” I’m not cured. Not coasting. But something inside caught flame again. And I want to feed that. … Read more
The crack in the dam was barely visible. Just a thought. Just a glance. Just a “What if I…?” But that’s how it starts. The addict doesn’t kick the door down. He taps on the window. He whispers a maybe. He smiles like an old friend. I felt the crack today. And I patched it. … Read more
Some days I don’t crash. I just coast. Not checked out, but not fully checked in either. Sliding through the day like a busted shopping cart with one janky wheel. Recovery isn’t always dramatic. Sometimes it’s the slow fade I need to watch for. That comfortable drift toward old patterns, toward half-measures, toward the voice … Read more
When the focus is just for today, every day becomes Day One.Stay in the present. Be grateful. Do service.And above all else—live by no matter what.Don’t eat, no matter what.Make your calls, no matter what.Open that toolbox and swing that fucking hammer. Nail home your abstinence for one more day.You want to eat something? Eat … 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