I started drinking in high school, just partying and having fun—or at least that’s what I told myself. But over the years, that “fun” became a crutch, then a habit, and eventually an addiction. I convinced myself I was a functional alcoholic, even as I racked up DUIs, lost jobs, hurt relationships, and ended up behind bars. My self-worth hit rock bottom. There were times I got sober, but the truth is, relapse happened. And every time it did, the guilt felt heavier. Depression and anxiety were constant shadows. But with outpatient therapy, support from people who cared, and the grace of God, I kept getting back up. Now, I’ve been sober again since March 2025. I understand how hard it is to admit the problem—how scary it feels to start over, especially if you’ve relapsed. But I also know it’s never too late. I’ve helped others get back on their feet and stay there, and I’m here to remind you that you’re not alone and that healing is always possible.