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The old me is dead. I am the proof. Face the truth. Trust the process. Forgive yourself. FTF style: raw healing, no fear.

I pulled basil and cilantro from my garden and made a spinach salad dressing that tasted like growth—real, raw, and healing.

I used to be chained to cocaine and alcohol. Now I wear an FTF chain instead. This is what real freedom looks like.

Came home from work, watered plants, ate leftovers, and prayed. No coke. No chaos. Just peace, growth, and all natural dopamine.

Easter doesn’t erase the past—but it reminds me I survived it. I’m not hiding. I’m not folding. I’m never going back.

Mr. 7 sent me a message before sunrise. I read it at 8. Recovery spoke in silence—and I listened. Let your light shine.

From meth to jail. From coke to rehab. Now two techs in the field speak truth, educate, and fight addiction head-on. This is the NoGeek Crew

This ain’t a race—it’s a marathon. I’m not waiting to be saved. I’m facing my pain out loud so you know you can too.

Rebuilding myself in sobriety meant reclaiming my presence. Fragrance became my ritual. Smell good. Look good. Feel good.

From scraping change for liquor to dancing past seedlings on my porch—this is what recovery looks like now. I’m still standing.

The Big Book hits different each time. This line stopped me in my tracks—and helped me remember why I keep showing up.

No more numb. Just healing, clarity, and divine surrender. Malcolm Pannell reflects on the truth of emotional sobriety. #FaceThyFear

My first time fishing sober reminded me what peace really feels like. I didn’t run from the pain—I cast into it and made it home.

Curled up with peace. Cat on my lap, family asleep, and tomorrow we fish. Grateful for stillness. FTF.

Today, I need rest, courage, and joy without guilt. God’s not done with me yet—and I’ll laugh like I already believe that’s true.

A bold marinade made from freezer finds and real love. This London Broil recipe is survival, hustle, and flavor in every bite.

From a bar in the airport to a hospital bed in Tennessee — this is how I survived my addiction and learned to FaceThyFear.

I used to love coke and booze, now I wear silver for God. The past can watch, but it don’t ride shotgun no more. #FaceThyFear

871 days sober. Still healing. Almost lost it all—but I chose peace. I’ve got a date with success, and I won’t miss it.

866 days sober. Still healing. Still fighting. Addiction never sleeps—so neither can I. #FaceThyFear