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1501 DAYS & A PROMISE I INTEND TO KEEP


~by Ryan

I counted the days today.

1,501 days left.

That number used to feel like a life sentence inside my head.
Now it feels like a timeline.
A mission.
A stretch of road I’m walking with purpose instead of panic.

Because those days aren’t just time I have to do —
they’re time I get to use.

Time to get clear.
Time to get honest.
Time to get sober and stay that way.

And I’m putting this here, in words, because some promises matter enough to be witnessed.

I promised my wife I will come home sober.
Not “mostly clean.”
Not “doing better.”
Not “trying.”

Sober. Clear. Present.

I promised her I’d come home ready to enjoy the life we’re building —
not haunted by the one I’m leaving behind.

Addiction took enough from me.
It took my peace.
It took years I can’t get back.
It took moments, trust, stability, and almost took the best thing that ever happened to me.

I’m not letting it take my future.

People who’ve never lived this don’t understand what addiction really is.
They think it’s about willpower.
Or morals.
Or “just saying no.”

Nah.

Addiction is a voice that learned your name before you did.
It’s a habit built out of pain, survival, trauma, and escape.
It’s something you beat daily, not once.

And here’s the truth I had to face:

I don’t stay sober because it sounds good.
I stay sober because I have something worth protecting now.

My wife didn’t fall in love with my addiction.
She fell in love with me.
The man underneath the chaos.
The man capable of loyalty, growth, depth, and real love.

And every day I stay clean in here —
I’m proving to myself that the man she sees isn’t a fantasy.

These 1,501 days are about discipline.
Routine.
Accountability.
Owning my triggers instead of pretending they don’t exist.
Learning how to sit with discomfort instead of running from it.

I’m learning how to feel again without numbing.
How to slow my thoughts down.
How to pause instead of react.
How to choose the long road instead of the fast escape.

And yeah — some days are harder than others.
Some nights the cravings whisper.
Some moments the past tries to remind me who I used to be.

But then I remember who I’m becoming.

I’m becoming a husband who shows up sober.
A man who doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.
A partner who enjoys mornings instead of recovering from nights.
A protector who doesn’t need substances to feel strong.

Strength isn’t getting high and surviving the crash.
Strength is staying clean and facing life head-on.

When I come home, I want my wife to see it in my eyes.
In my consistency.
In my peace.
In my patience.
In my presence.

I want her to feel safe with me — emotionally, mentally, spiritually.
I want to show her love without chaos attached to it.
I want to build a life where trust doesn’t have to be rebuilt every time something goes wrong.

These 1,501 days aren’t a countdown to freedom alone.
They’re a commitment to transformation.

I’m not promising perfection.
I’m promising effort.
Honesty.
Boundaries.
And sobriety — one day at a time, every day, no shortcuts.

I will come home sober.
I will enjoy the life waiting for me.
I will love my wife the way she deserves to be loved —
with clarity, stability, and strength.

And when the gates finally open,
I won’t just be released.

I’ll be ready.

1,501 days.
One promise.
And a future I’m not willing to lose.

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