Three months without meth, Xanax or GHB. It still feels unreal, but I did it. Outpatient recovery psych tried to break up my marriage because my husband and I were both in recovery. I held on because I refused to lose my family or the love we share.

I changed everything. I got a new job, a new phone number, and let go of people who were part of the chaos in my life. There were days when I felt like I was losing myself, but I stayed focused on what mattered most.

Now I have a job I love. It’s more than just work; it’s a way to prove to myself that I can show up, stay steady, and handle whatever comes my way. The days fly by because I feel focused and capable, and it feels so good to finally trust myself again.

The biggest change, though, has been in my mind. For the first time in years, I feel calm. I protect it with everything I have. I don’t let anyone disturb it anymore. I take time to step back, reflect, and stay grounded in the life I’m building. That peace is everything to me.

My husband has been my greatest support. He is also in recovery, and we’ve been through so much together. There were times when the weight of it all felt like too much, but we held on to each other. We’ve found ways to laugh again, to connect in new and healthier ways.

It’s not a lot, but it’s a beginning. It’s proof that I can do this, even when the odds were against me.

To anyone who is struggling, know that it’s possible. Even when it feels like you’re on your own, you can take it one step, one day at a time. You can create a life that feels worth living again. I’m proof of that, and I’ll keep going, one day at a time.