Three years alcohol-free today.

I can’t believe I get to write that sentence. Three years ago, I finally stopped drinking after what felt like a million failed attempts. It wasn’t a straight path — in fact, it took me years to even believe I could do it.

During one of those low moments, I wrote this short rhyme to myself:

Wednesday, the time to reflect ... I want to move forward, not looking back ... My eyes are now open, able to see the path ... Time to start living, enough being dead.

It took me another four years after writing that to finally quit for good. But I look back on those words now and realize that even then, something inside me was still fighting.

For anyone reading this who feels stuck, who’s relapsed again, or who can’t see the end of it — please don’t give up. Every step, every attempt, every day you wake up thinking about change means you’re still in the fight.

If I can get here, so can you. Keep going — your future self will thank you.