Self-care in recovery isn’t about escape—it’s about presence. I’ve learned to slow down, notice the world around me, and reconnect with something bigger than myself. Sometimes that looks like a quiet walk, sitting by the water, or simply giving myself permission to be still. Sobriety taught me that real self-care isn’t a luxury or indulgence—it’s a lifeline, and one I’ll keep chasing.

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.

You don’t have to be in recovery to do the work. Rock bottom isn’t required—start rising now. Sober or not, the path to peace is the same.

Being your own genie means trusting yourself, using available resources, believing in your strength, and taking the first step—fear and all.

Recovery memoirs aren’t fiction—they’re raw, real, and unfiltered. The goal isn’t distance but true connection between writer and reader.

Every January, we’re sold the lie that it’s a magical reset button: shredded abs, perfect chakras, and a color-coded planner to fix it all.