SoberSurge Project

Expect to hear the details of my scars that the eye can't see. Expect to hear my moments of standing on the shoreline aching to dive into the water of sobriety, and wash away my sins, but my addiction held me down to the point I thought I would never learn how to swim again. Expect to hear of the moment I rediscovered my wings, when I believed so much that they had been severed completely. Expect to hear recovery avenues to choose as a method to obtain or reinforce current sobriety lifestyle, and other sobriety tools. Expect to hear my past secrets, the lies, the hidden signs of addictions and the styles of an addict that we don't fully ever volunteer to the ones who aren't in the same situation. Expect to hear the pain. Expect to hear the saving part and where I finally found a way to hope again. Expect to have your ears filled with the false matters once said to obtain a fix and the ones of actual truth. Expect for me to be cut throat and not so full of sugarcoat and sweet, because addiction cuts you down to the smallest piece, and it is so far from peace.

Yet, still expect to hear the unexpected twist.

The part where you hear the beauty of sobriety. Expect to hear the beauty in becoming and being sober. But, most importantly, and I can't stress it enough: from me, expect to hear it all.

From glory, joy, and rediscovered self pride in the end results to intensely raw, the bad, and the ugly. ...Because if you can’t accept the fact that there will be thorns in addiction, then you should never crave the rose.

Sober from my drug of choice: August 9, 2012. Toddler mom. Recovery mentor and personal cheerleader to the ones who need it most in all of our steps, not just the first 12. Always wearing a smile or cracking jokes to cause another face to wear one.