Send us Fan Mail Ever notice how chaos can feel weirdly like home? I open up about seventeen years of sobriety and the unexpected truth beneath it: I wasn’t just addicted to substances—I was addicted to safety. That craving started in childhood, where asking a simple question risked love and silence bought me proximity. Those early lessons built a blueprint for codependency that followed me into adulthood, where intensity masqueraded as intimacy and breadcrumbs passed for connection. I break...