Getting sober wasn’t a heroic moment.
It was a long series of defiant, tiny, shaky decisions made through clenched teeth.

Fear doesn’t disappear in one night.
It screams.
It argues.
It tells you, “You can’t.”

All you do is keep taking the next right step while fear keeps talking.

God answers more quietly:
“You can too.
And I’m right here with you.”

I’ve been following Meat Loaf since 1978.
Not just listening—watching.

Watching a man admit fear before walking on stage.
Watching him go anyway.
Watching him give everything he had, even when it cost him.

Somewhere along the way, I started imitating him in more ways than one.

Not the volume.
Not the theatrics.
The courage.

The willingness to stand exposed.
To show fear instead of hiding it.
To step forward anyway.

That’s how sobriety worked for me.
That’s how life still works for me.

Not bravado.
Not confidence.
Faith—practiced one small step at a time.

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