When fear runs the show, I stay stuck.

Lately, I’ve felt that heaviness of hopelessness.
Everywhere I turn, it’s negative, anger, and division.
It’s easy to get glued to the noise, scrolling endlessly, feeling powerless.

But here’s the truth I keep coming back to:

I can’t control politics.
I can’t control people.
I can’t control the economy.

What I can control are my actions, my choices, and my response.

That realization takes me back to an early moment in recovery.
I remember walking into a meeting, still clinging to the belief that I was somehow different. I told myself my career, my achievements, my drive — all of it made me stand apart from the others in the room.