I hit my rock bottom in 2019 after years of trying to keep it all together. I was prescribed a dangerous mix of medications and ended up in psychosis for two months. During that time, I almost lost custody of my kids, and it shook me to my core. I had already been through so much—multiple rehabs, the grief of losing my sister to alcohol addiction and my brother to heroin and crack, and the trauma of an abusive relationship. But nothing compared to the fear of losing my children. Sobriety wasn’t just about quitting drinking for me—it was about getting my sanity back and learning how to live without chaos. I went through court, got my kids back, and slowly began putting the pieces of my life together. I finished my degree, became a certified recovery coach and peer specialist, and started dreaming about ways to help other families in crisis. I’ve walked through hell and somehow came out softer, stronger, and ready to help others do the same.