one year, two months and eight days since my last drink. eight months off of anything else (other than cannabis). currently only smoke when i absolutely must for pain that can't be managed with tylenol.

this is the best i've felt since i was fifteen/sixteen. i'm finally growing up and becoming someone i can respect. not without bad days, but they're so much more manageable than ever before, and they don't seem to last as long. who i am, who i always was hidden within the constant state of numb, is someone worth the journey and effort i have put in.

it gets easier, even with still having cravings come and go. but that's the key, they always go as they came.