100 Days of Light

Dear Delyara, One hundred days. No gin. No blackouts. No waking up in a panic. I’m sitting here with a clear head and a steady hand. My life isn't perfect—I still have bills and stress—but I’m finally here for it. I’m not hiding in the laundry room anymore. I’m sitting on the sofa with my family, and I can actually look them in the eye. I didn't know life could be this bright. I’m never going back to the dark.