I'm 28 days in and realized that I’m one strong, badass, lady! I’m in recovery from alcohol 12 years sober. I can’t really smoke weed because of my anxiety. I also had a binge eating issue that I think is under control. I weened off of Xanax last year. I realized today that there are no substances left to “help” me cope or provide a sense of relief-even a false one. But you know what...I’m okay. It’s okay to let myself be anxious or sad or lonely. These are natural human emotions and nothing to run and hide from. Even in my darkest hour, the sun will always rise again.