I Can’t fix you

I Can’t Fix You

There was a time I believed I had all the answers for your life. If you just listened to me, I could help you. I could get you sober. I could save you. I, I, I. I don’t remember the exact moment I let go of that belief, but I remember why.

First — I’m not God. Only you and God can do that work together.

Second — I honestly don’t know why I found recovery. I don’t fully understand it, and I don’t know how long I’ll have it. What I do know is that I’m grateful for today. Just today.

I’ll save the tips for another post. This is something simpler — and far more painful. A real, gut-punch reminder of why we have to keep trying.

I got a DM today. Another friend is gone. Lost to addiction — he essentially drank himself to death, and it was his mother who found him. This was someone I knew. Someone I worked alongside. Someone I physically drove to detox. Someone I tried, more than once, to talk back from the edge. We hadn’t spoken much this past year — mostly just social media — but he was still here. And now he’s not.

If you’re struggling right now, please hear this: you do not have as much time as you think. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. Please don’t wait to ask for help. Please don’t try to white-knuckle this alone.

No matter what. No matter how far you’ve fallen. No matter how many times you’ve tried and failed.

Don’t ever stop fighting.