I’m lying in bed at my sober living in West Hollywood. It’s 11:17 AM on a Tuesday, and everyone else has already left for meetings. My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. Not metaphorically. Like someone filled my bones with wet cement while I slept. The thing is, I’ve been doing so well. […]
The first time I told someone about my relapse, I was sitting in my car outside a 7-Eleven at 2 AM. I’d been clean for four months (my longest stretch yet) and I’d just blown it. Again. For three days, I’d been driving around Los Angeles with a bag of meth in my glove compartment,
If you’re feeling stuck, uninspired, or like you just can’t get going—look at your dopamine. Not the cheap hits. The earned ones. The kind that come from doing what aligns with who you want to become.
Willpower is a sprint. Structure is a strategy.
