33 Days Clean and Starting Over

Hey y’all,

So here’s the deal: I just got out of rehab (cue applause) and moved to a brand new city with nothing but my clean time, my dreams, and a questionable sense of humor.

Today, I’m sitting at 33 days clean, and honestly, that’s the proudest number I’ve ever held in my life besides maybe my old high score on Flappy Bird.

I’m beyond grateful to be sober and alive with a fresh start – but I need a little jump start to get this comeback tour rolling.

Here’s what I’m trying to scrape together:

Birth certificate ($40) because apparently I need to prove I exist

State ID ($20) so I can be a real human again

A couple outfits ($50) so I can look employable and not like a GTA character on random spawn

Shoes ($50) because mine are so worn out they basically qualify as sandals

Underwear ($15) because… yeah, you get it

A phone ($150-$400) so I can apply for jobs, check bus routes, and doomscroll memes like everyone else

Plus some other tiny necessities (hygiene stuff, socks, dignity)

I promise this isn’t about getting luxury. I’m not out here asking for Yeezys and iPhone 15s – just the bare minimum to stop smelling like despair and start smelling like job interviews.

My plan is simple:

✔️ Get my documents in order so I can land a full-time job ASAP.

✔️ Work my ass off to build stability.

✔️ Go back to school for Cybersecurity, Web Design, or Graphic Design. Because people are my first passion, and computers are my second – plus, let’s be real, robots are taking over anyway so I may as well get on their good side early.

I know everyone’s struggling in their own ways. But if you can donate even a couple bucks, share this, or just send good vibes and a stupid meme to keep me smiling – it all counts.

I may be homeless right now, but I’m not helpless or hopeless. I’ve got my sense of humor, my clean time, and this unstoppable belief that my best days are still ahead.

Thanks for reading. Seriously. You’re awesome.