Got some heavy feelings today, just gotta put it out there. My grandpa passed away a few years ago when I was still deep in my addiction, and I'm really feeling that loss right now. Like, wishing I could have been present, truly present, for his last months. The regret is a tough pill to swallow. It’s crazy how sobriety doesn't erase those old wounds but it gives you the space to actually feel them, instead of numbing everything. It's painful but also kinda beautiful in a messed up way, to finally grieve properly. Thinking of anyone else out there carrying that kind of weight. It’s hard work, but we’re doing it.