Wish I could include a credit for this image, but can’t seem to locate the source.
It speaks volumes to me.
The new me is really the old me.
In the image I see the old me re-emerging from a thick blanket of denial of my needs, of my true self, of self-medication and of lethargy.
One year of sobriety is now, to quote a Trisha Yearwood song, the nearest distant shore…. I can see it from here!
I’m sober, I’m physically active, I’m losing weight, I am trying to be unapologetically me, and I’m trying to show up to my life in full awareness every single day.
Bless all of you reading this. ❤️