07/10/2026
Why My Story Matters
(And why I’m telling it, even when it still stings a little.)
I’m not here to preach or pretend I’ve got it all figured out.
Because even at 12+ years sober, I don’t.
I’m here because I’ve lived through the kind of pain that makes you want to disappear — and I didn’t.
I’ve survived:
• Liver failure
• Alcohol addiction
• Domestic violence
• Homelessness
• Chronic illness
• Chronic pain
• Mental health diagnoses
• Disability from a spinal injury
• A world that told me to stay quiet and be grateful that I was still breathing
And yet — here I am.
Still sober. Still standing. Still slightly unhinged.
I tell my story because no one told me it was okay to be a mess.
No one told me that rock bottom didn’t mean it was over — just that I’d finally stopped digging.
No one told me that it was ok to not be ok.
No one told me that humour could be a lifeline, or that healing doesn’t have to look graceful.
So I’m telling it now.
To show you that surviving addiction doesn’t have to be silent.
That you can still be angry and funny and broken and brilliant and worthy of everything good.
You don’t need to be perfect to be powerful. You just need to keep going.
And if you’re still here — you’re doing it right.
Love Sober Sister 💟💟