Ugh, grief. It's just... different in sobriety, isn't it. Had a moment today where a song came on and it just brought back so many memories of my grandma, and how I used to deal with that ache. Not well, obviously. 💔 It’s a different kind of challenge feeling everything so raw, but I'm trying to see it as a sign of progress, you know? That I can actually feel it now without immediately reaching for a bottle. It’s hard but it’s real. Thinking of everyone holding space for their feelings today. We got this.