My sense of control
My sense of identity
Lies I told myself to survive.
I dont write about addiction recovery.
I write about what happens when excuses run out.
If you’re rebuilding quietly, questioning old narratives, you’ll feel right at home.
My sense of control
My sense of identity
Lies I told myself to survive.
I dont write about addiction recovery.
I write about what happens when excuses run out.
If you’re rebuilding quietly, questioning old narratives, you’ll feel right at home.
My sense of control
My sense of identity
Lies I told myself to survive.
I dont write about addiction recovery.
I write about what happens when excuses run out.
If you’re rebuilding quietly, questioning old narratives, you’ll feel right at home.