Two weeks sober.. and yesterday I almost slipped, but I didn’t fall back into the dark pit I fought so hard to climb out of. This season has been heavy..losing him, learning how to sit alone, feeling everything without numbing it on the weekends and some days I feel like I’m healing while other days I feel like I’m breaking all over again. But even in the loneliness, even in the messy moments, I’m still choosing not to give up on myself.