I used to think rock bottom was the end. Now I finally understand that it was a doorway.

Recovery changes you—but no one talks about how strange it feels to meet yourself on the other side.

Starting anew not because you were broken, but because you are whole.

Recovery, whether from mental illness, addiction, trauma, grief, or burnout is rarely a reset button.

I’m here. Not thriving. Not crashing. Just… living. Staying. Becoming.

You don’t have to drink the whole ocean to know that it’s salty.

Shame doesn’t just weigh us down - it drives us to hide, to numb, and to believe we’re beyond help.

The ancestral instinct and strength of emotional intelligence.

You may have been broken, but you were never beyond repair.

Things are never quite the same after betrayal.

Every version of me, even the ones I'd rather forget, gave me something.

Even if you're still arguing with yourself in the shower.

I may not have been able to say it then, so I'm saying it now.

Understanding how you became who you are.

Because I nearly died in silence.

True healing isn’t just about stopping something harmful - it’s about starting something better.

You are not alone on this journey.

We are not alone in our fight.

How hitting rock bottom was the best thing that ever happened to me.

My transition from despair to hope.