Two years sober.
Some days it feels powerful. Other days it feels painfully fragile. Sobriety did not magically heal me. It forced me to finally sit with the emotions, trauma, anxiety and depression I had spent years trying to drown. There are still moments where I want a drink so badly it aches. But despite the hard days, the cravings, the setbacks and the weight of learning how to live without numbing myself, I am still here. Still fighting. Still choosing myself every single day.