The day I realized recovery wasn’t about being perfect — it was about being honest. via /r/gratitude

I used to think “recovery” meant getting everything right — no relapses, no bad days, no doubts.

But the truth hit me last month: I don’t have to be perfect to be healing. I just have to keep showing up for myself.

One slip-up used to make me spiral — now I treat it as data, not defeat.

If anyone else is struggling today: it’s okay to be messy and still be proud. You’re not starting over; you’re continuing forward.

What’s something you’ve learned in recovery that surprised you?