Ever have a week that blows your whole life off course? This is what happened when I quit my job as a substance use counselor, faced down burnout, and—after six months smoke-free—lit up a cigarette in my home office. Shame, fear, relief, and support all hit me at once. If you’ve ever slipped, struggled, or wondered if your tiny steps forward still count, you need to read this. Progress is progress, even when it’s messy. Come join us over at Progress is Progress Recovery here in SKOOL