11/26/2025
Every. Bit. That. Part. And I will keep doing what I do with a pure heart.
They say you shouldn’t be the face of recovery…
But they don’t know the miles your soul has walked,
or the storms you learned to breathe inside.
They don’t know the nights you held yourself together
when the world said you should’ve fallen apart.
They say you shouldn’t be the face of recovery
as if recovery has one face,
one shape,
one story.
As if healing only blooms in perfect gardens
and not in the cracks of broken concrete
where you learned to rise anyway.
They don’t see the courage it takes
to wake up each morning
and choose the light again.
They don’t see the fire
you forged from your own ashes.
Let them talk.
Let them doubt.
Let them measure you against their small ideas.
You,
with your scars that speak truth,
your heart that keeps reaching,
your hands that keep building
you are exactly what recovery looks like.
Not flawless.
Not finished.
But living.
Breathing.
Becoming.
You are the face of recovery
because recovery needed
someone real.
-AN
