I am an alcoholic. Admitting this publicly is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I know it’s the first step toward reclaiming my life.

For those who know me, this may not come as a surprise. I’ve struggled with spastic dysphonia, a condition that makes speaking incredibly difficult, and for years, I turned to alcohol to cope. But what does it matter if I can be heard if I don’t know what I’m doing or saying? I’ve finally hit rock bottom, and I know the best—and only—choice I have now is to check myself into rehab.

This decision comes with consequences. I may lose my job, and I may lose some acquaintances along the way. But I accept that my addiction has been killing me, and I take full responsibility for the person I’ve become.

None of us can do this alone. I’m reaching out to ask for your help. If you’re able to support me financially as I focus on recovery, I would be more grateful than I can put into words. Your donations will go directly toward covering the costs of rehab and living expenses during this time.

Choosing to face this and work toward a better version of myself is what my mom and dad would’ve wanted. More than that, I believe that when we let ourselves slip away, when we stop trying to be better, the world itself is diminished. Each of us has something unique to offer, some joy or beauty that only we can bring.

I want to find mine again.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for any kindness you can offer—whether it’s a donation, a message of support, or simply holding me in your thoughts. Your support means more than I can ever say.