Getting sober didn’t fix my life—it gave me the chance to build one. These are the stories of how I’m doing that.
I write about learning to live without anesthesia. About facing what I used to drink away and finding a steadier kind of peace, one that holds up in daylight. It’s where I work through the damage and the slow rebuilding that follows.
What follows are field notes from my long walk back to myself without alcohol: what sobriety costs, what it gives, and how it keeps remaking me.
