oday we are looking at Staying Resilient Through Relapses: The Art of Rising Again
The alarm clock buzzed at 6 AM, but Jennifer had been awake for hours. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the empty bottle on her nightstand, shame washing over her like a familiar tide. After eighteen months of sobriety, she had relapsed the night before. The voice in her head whispered the words she dreaded most: failure, disappointment, back to square one.

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