15/11/2025
Six years ago yesterday, I took my last drink.
And this week, life handed me a moment I never saw coming — one that felt like closure in a way I didn’t even know I needed.
Before my celebration, I walked into a restaurant to meet a beautiful friend and saw my other friend who was with me the day of my last drink. The person I shared so many of my fears and dreams - usually filtered through a bottle of white wine. I haven't seen her in a long time, she still felt like home.
We hugged. We cried.
She was sipping a mocktail too.
It felt like a circle quietly completing itself — a reminder of where I came from, and how far I’ve travelled.
Later we went to a sound bath and cacao ceremony . I let myself feel everything that rose up — the gratitude, the tenderness, even the flicker of shame.
And instead of pushing any of it away, I let it move through me.
This year, the milestone feels different.
Not loud, not perfect — but honest.
Soft. Gold-filled. True.
Still sitting with so much gratitude… and the cracks that have become part of my design.
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