I'd been telling myself the drinking was the reward for the work. The truth was the opposite — it had been quietly feeding my head bad shit for years, and I'd stopped noticing the voice because it sounded like mine.
That morning I said it out loud to Vida: I don't like who I've become. Saying it broke something open. You can't fix a thing you won't name.
Step Four on the climb is loving yourself, and it's near the top for a reason. But it starts here — at the bottom, in the mirror, on the worst morning.
