I am trying to be the person I needed when I was still trying to get better.
Not the polished version. The one who tells the truth. The one who doesn’t disappear when it gets ugly. The one who knows what it costs to stay in the work — addiction, mental health, the family wreckage around it — and still shows up.
If that’s your world — you lived it, you love someone in it, you lost someone to it, or you work in it — I built a Substack for us.
I’m not asking the internet to save me. I’m asking five people this week to become paid subscribers so the mortgage, the car, and the lights stay on while I keep writing the thing I wish had existed sooner.
Read a few pieces first. If it’s real to you, stay. If you can go paid, that money doesn’t vanish into a void. It keeps this work in the world.
Link in comments / bio. https://progressisprogress.substack.com/
Five seats. That’s the whole ask.
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