The drink fed my head bad things for years. This is the work of liking the person in the mirror again.
I got a bipolar and ADHD diagnosis in the middle of all this, around the time my dad died. For years the alcohol had been quietly making the head stuff worse and calling itself the cure.
Sober, the noise is louder at first — then clearer. You can finally tell the difference between a real feeling and a chemical one.
Loving yourself isn't a bubble-bath slogan. It's discipline, structure, and slowly building enough evidence that you're someone worth backing.
This is the rung where the head gets sorted — not fixed, but managed, in the open, with the right support around it.
