I broke real relationships chasing money and chasing the next drink. This is the slow work of getting them back.
For years my social life was nine agents and a bloke drunk at a bar. I'd let the real relationships rot — too busy building, too busy drinking, too busy with myself.
Sober, you can't hide from it. You see exactly who you pushed away, and why. There's no buzz to take the edge off the honesty.
Rebuilding doesn't happen with a grand apology. It happens in small, boring, consistent actions — showing up, following through, being the same person on a Tuesday that you were on a Saturday.
This is the step where you trade bar mates for real people, and learn that boundaries aren't walls — they're how the good ones know where they stand.
