even months ago, I made a decision that changed everything.

I got sober.

After years of numbing, escaping, and feeling like I was drowning in a life that looked fine on the outside but felt anything but… I finally said enough. And not the dramatic kind of “enough.” More like a quiet, Splenic whisper that said:

“It’s time.”

It’s one of those wildly windy days—the kind that turns your hair into chaos, sends flower pots flying off the balcony, and almost lifts the dog off the ground.

And I kinda love it.

Because the wind has something to say. And today, I’m listening.

The wind doesn’t come to destroy. It comes to strengthen.