Recovery has brought different meanings into my life throughout my 4 years, 8 months, and 18 days of being clean. Yet, one constant keeps me grounded and connected is love. When I first began this journey, recovery was sparked by someone believing in me. Over time, my definition of recovery has evolved, just as I have. It’s no longer just about staying clean—it’s about embracing a new way of living. The one thing that has remained unchanged since day one is my commitment to not give up and to give myself a chance to live differently. Recovery isn’t a destination; it’s an ongoing process, a lifestyle that shapes who I am. It’s about self-awareness—acknowledging those old, self-centered attitudes and behaviors—and letting the pain guide me toward love and service. There are tough days, days when I need to lean on my tools more: calling my sponsor, attending a meeting, or doing acts of service. Gratitude, to me, is the essence of recovery. Recovery is about never forgetting where you once were—and how easily you could return there. It’s a journey that requires work, effort, and the courage to keep going.