When I first got sober, I thought I had to become someone completely different—flawless, polished, the kind of person who meditates at sunrise and drinks green juice (okay, that part stuck). That unrealistic pressure almost kept me drunk for 34 years. I thought, “Why bother? I’m hopelessly flawed.” But sobriety didn’t make me perfect. It made me present. And presence? It’s raw, honest, and messy—but it’s also where the real healing begins. resent. And presence is messy.

Sobriety is more than just not drinking. Putting down the bottle is only the beginning. When someone stops drinking but still struggles with anger, anxiety, and chaos, that’s what we call a dry drunk.