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A Spark of Hope from My Boy, New Boundaries, and Choosing Purity

Today I am 67 days clean.

Sixty-seven days of choosing this path even when it stretches me. I’m still in the safe sober living house, doing the work, and I started training as Shift Supervisor at a very well-known coffee house on June 29th. First real job since 2018. It feels big—scary and hopeful all at once.

The New Job Training

I’m still deep in training. The pace is fast, there’s a lot to learn, and my ADHD mind has to work extra hard to stay focused. Some moments I feel overwhelmed, but I keep showing up clean, on time, and ready to learn. It’s giving me healthy structure and a chance to build something new instead of falling back into old survival patterns. Grateful for the opportunity even on the hard days.

Holding Steady

Last night’s words from my youngest twin still sit with me—“I want to wait til you get out of treatment mama.” I’m carrying that as motivation. It’s not easy, but it brings peace.

Proverbs 4:23 reminds me: “Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.” I’m leaning on Philippians 4:13 too — “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” — especially when training feels heavy.

I know God is working. The driver’s license breakthrough with Senate Bill 500 still feels like a miracle—old tickets forgiven, down to just two, restricted license coming soon.

Where I’m At

Daily fight with ADHD, C-PTSD, and Bipolar, but I’m using my tools: prayer, quiet time, group, and therapy.

Program life keeps me grounded while I train for this new role.

Biggest win: Showing up for training clean and committed.

To every warrior woman: It’s okay to be in the middle of the learning season. Keep showing up. As 2 Corinthians 5:17 says, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”

To the addict still suffering: One day, one training shift, one boundary at a time.

We are warrior women rising. God sees it all.

I’ll be back soon.

— Lurie


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  1. tpennJuly 24, 2026 at 10:35 AM

    Keep it up Lurie! I'm totally invested in your story now!! -Tanya

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