Path to Healing
Day 123 - The Weight of Letting Go
Letting go feels like losing a piece of myself, but love—true love—is unconditional. Even if my heart and mind are at war, I’m learning that sometimes the greatest act of...
Day 123 - The Weight of Letting Go
Letting go feels like losing a piece of myself, but love—true love—is unconditional. Even if my heart and mind are at war, I’m learning that sometimes the greatest act of...
Day 122— There Is No Silence, Only Echoes
Not all walls are made of concrete—some are built from memories and what-ifs. Step by step, I’m learning to break through, reclaiming who I am beyond heartbreak and addiction.
Day 122— There Is No Silence, Only Echoes
Not all walls are made of concrete—some are built from memories and what-ifs. Step by step, I’m learning to break through, reclaiming who I am beyond heartbreak and addiction.
Day 121 — Walls without Concrete
Not all walls are made of concrete—sometimes, they’re built from memories and what-ifs. Day by day, I’m breaking through, finding healing in the messiness of survival.
Day 121 — Walls without Concrete
Not all walls are made of concrete—sometimes, they’re built from memories and what-ifs. Day by day, I’m breaking through, finding healing in the messiness of survival.
Day 120 — Little by Little
120 days sober, and I’m discovering pieces of myself I never knew existed. Healing isn’t linear, but little by little, I’m learning to choose me—and that’s the greatest victory of...
Day 120 — Little by Little
120 days sober, and I’m discovering pieces of myself I never knew existed. Healing isn’t linear, but little by little, I’m learning to choose me—and that’s the greatest victory of...
Day 119 — Facing Death, Finding Life
I’ve stared death in the face and fought my way back, discovering strength I never knew I had.
Day 119 — Facing Death, Finding Life
I’ve stared death in the face and fought my way back, discovering strength I never knew I had.
Day 118 — The Forgotten Kiss
Day 118 — The Forgotten Kiss I only ever wanted a kiss. How innocent, right? From the moment I met her, my feelings grew. And with each passing moment, so...
Day 118 — The Forgotten Kiss
Day 118 — The Forgotten Kiss I only ever wanted a kiss. How innocent, right? From the moment I met her, my feelings grew. And with each passing moment, so...