Dedication
This work has been a labor of love — forged in late nights, old truths, and quiet moments of remembering.
To my brothers and sisters in recovery:
I see you. I hear you.
I feel your hope, your hunger, your heartbreak, your striving.
You are not your history.
You are not just your addiction.
You are more than the sum of your parts.
You’ve been tempered in the raging fires of suffering — and you’ve been forged into something stronger than you yet know. I say that not from above you, but alongside you. It takes time for any of us to grow into our power. Don’t rush the unfolding. There is wisdom in the waiting.
If you’re struggling right now, let me remind you of what Maya Angelou once said:
“Every storm runs out of rain.”
And I’ve seen it — time and again.
When good people do the right things for the right reasons, things work out.
Like water finding its level, peace arrives. Not always on our timeline, but always in time.
You can do this.
Even if we haven’t met, I believe in you. I love you. Because in a thousand different ways, we already know each other — through pain, through resilience, through the sacred act of getting back up again.
Whatever our story, background, identity, or path — we share this:
We’ve suffered.
We’ve searched.
And still, we walk forward.
I see you.
With love,
Patrick
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