You’re not done yet. It’s not over. And maybe that’s hard to hear right now, especially when your mind feels like it’s running full speed off the edge of a cliff, and there’s no parachute in sight. But here’s the thing: you’re still here. And if you’re reading this, if you’re taking even a moment to question what’s next or wonder about tomorrow, then deep down, you know there’s something more for you. There has to be. Because the truth is, you’re not done yet.
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Finding Hope in the Darkest Moments: How to Keep Going When It’s Hard
Finding hope in the darkest moments can be hard. We’ve all been there, that place where the darkness feels overwhelming and hope seems like some distant, unattainable concept. It’s a place where it feels like life is caving in, and the weight of everything we’ve been carrying has finally crushed us. If you’re reading this and feel like you’re in that space now, I get it. I’ve been there, too—not just once, but more times than I care to count.
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I hope people don’t misunderstand my intentions when I talk about my struggle with addiction. Lately, I’ve been sharing a lot about that journey, and I can’t help but wonder if some might think it’s about seeking attention or being overly proud of my recovery. But let me clarify that: what I share isn’t for praise or recognition. Sure, I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished, but the real reason I talk about it so much is simple: I want others to learn from my experience.
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There’s a certain numbness that comes with addiction, a dulling of the senses that seeps into every corner of your life. I lived in that fog for a long time, disconnected from the world around me, barely aware of the passing days. It’s hard to admit, but there was a time when I was so deep in addiction that I only left the house four times in an entire year. Four times. And each of those times was driven by one desperate need: to get more narcotics from my doctor, the very substances that were destroying me from the inside out.
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