Choosing Life

Kid Blocks that spell out life with a sunflower as the I

Written By, Mirabelle H.

I smoked for the first time when I was 16. I didn’t feel anything physically, but emotionally, I felt guilt—like I was stepping over a line I wasn’t ready to cross. I told myself it would be different when I was older, when it was “okay.” So I made a deal with myself: I’d wait until I turned 21 and graduated college. Then it would be fine.

But the truth is, I never really gave life a chance to show me what it could be. Instead of staying open to opportunities or facing my discomfort head-on, I took matters into my own hands. I started smoking marijuana regularly—and I didn’t stop for 11 years.

I got sober when I turned 32. It felt like a new beginning. I made it ten months—ten solid, challenging, important months. And then one day, I found myself thinking, “What’s the point?” That thought led me back to using. The relapse lasted two months.

It took time, humility, and a lot of soul-searching, but eventually, I came back to sobriety. I found Marijuana Anonymous. At first, I’d show up to the online meetings still high. I didn’t know how to do it any other way—but I showed up. That was the beginning.

Every day since then has been a challenge. Some days feel lighter than others. Some feel like uphill climbs. But I’ve learned to show up anyway. I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. I’ve learned that I’m capable of change—and I’ve proven it to myself every single day.

As of today, I’ve been sober for 876 days. That number means something to me—not just as a measure of time, but as a reminder of every decision, every temptation resisted, every moment I chose to stay the course.

If you’re reading this and you’re struggling, I want you to know this: If I can do it, you can too. No matter how far down the path you feel, there is always a way back. You’re not alone. And it’s never too late to choose something better.

Sobriety didn’t come with a dramatic epiphany. It came day by day, sometimes hour by hour. Some days are still hard. Others feel lighter. But each day sober is a decision I make—a choice I keep making.

Today, I’ve been sober for 876 days. That number matters to me. It marks every moment I’ve chosen clarity over escape, life over numbness. I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I ever believed. I’ve learned how to sit with discomfort, how to feel fully, and how to forgive myself.

If you’re struggling, I want you to hear this clearly: If I can do it, you can too. No matter how far you’ve gone, no matter how many times you’ve relapsed, there is always a path forward. Sobriety is possible. You’re not broken. And you are not alone.

Published By A New Leaf – January 2026

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