When I first got sober, for a very long time, I was very bothered by the realization that I didn’t have a dream. I had never had a “dream”. I felt like I had no purpose. 

 Fast forward to Tuesday morning around 10:17am on what some would call a perfect November morning. Nearly 2 years into the good fight & while in the shower, a new realization hits me- 

           THIS is the fucking dream: 

No trash dopamine. Waking up & not needing something. Sustainability. To love & be loved. Not only do I not want to die, but boy, do I want to live!!

 But, as I reflect, I suppose all I ever really wanted was to be happy. To have peace of mind. To stop wishing for a better past. Acceptance. To be authentic.

 Maybe all those things were my dream all along & they have come to fruition right before my very eyes. 

 My scars are finally screaming “victory!” & I am grateful for every single aspect of my life today.