I write real stories about addiction, recovery, and the absurdity of the disease … what it takes from you, what you give away, and what’s left when the dust settles.
I’ve OD’d, detoxed, blacked out, dried out, and crawled through the wreckage more times than I can count. I’ve lied, stolen, cried in jail cells, and pissed myself in front of people I loved. But I’ve also clawed my way into something that looks like hope … not pretty, not clean, but real.
This isn’t motivational. It’s not curated recovery content. It’s not for algorithms or group shares or feel-good hashtags. This is the truth as I see it: brutal, absurd, sometimes funny, sometimes ugly, sometimes sacred.
You’ll find stories, recovery rants, journal entries, and video logs. Some of it’s about pain. Some of it’s about healing. All of it’s honest.
If you’ve lived through the fire … or you’re still in it … this might feel familiar.