My name is Ryan, I’m an alcoholic.

For as long as I can remember, I felt like I didn’t quite belong. There was a sense of being on the outside looking in, unsure of my place in the world. When alcohol entered my life, it felt like the missing piece. It quieted the noise, eased the loneliness, and gave me a sense of connection I had been searching for. What I didn’t realize then was that I wasn’t finding freedom—I was slowly surrendering it.

I was always a hard worker. As a carpenter, I learned how to build with my hands, how to turn raw materials into something solid and useful. I poured myself into my work, building homes, businesses, and a life that looked good from the outside. But addiction has a way of unraveling even the strongest foundations. Over time, I found myself caught in a cycle of building my life up and tearing it back down again. Each time I promised it would be different. Each time, alcohol took more than it gave.

The greatest cost was my family. Addiction doesn’t just affect one person—it ripples outward, damaging trust, relationships, and love. When my drinking tore my family apart, I was forced to face a truth I had avoided for years: I could not fix this on my own. That moment became the turning point in my life. Broken, humbled, and out of answers, I reached for help and, for the first time, began to open myself to something greater than myself.

In 2013, I got sober. That decision wasn’t the end of my struggles—it was the beginning of a deeper journey. Recovery taught me that sobriety is more than just not drinking; it’s a spiritual awakening. It’s learning to live honestly, to take responsibility, and to trust a higher power to guide what I can’t control. Slowly, as I committed to this new way of living, good things began to happen—not as miracles overnight, but as steady signs that I was on the right path.

I began to repair what I had broken. I paid off debts that once felt overwhelming. I showed up consistently, even when it was uncomfortable. Trust was rebuilt one day at a time, and eventually, my family came back together. I returned to my work with a clearer mind and a grounded heart, and today I run my business successfully again—this time with integrity, balance, and gratitude at the center of everything I do.

Recovery gave me something alcohol never could: peace. It taught me that my worth isn’t found in numbing pain or proving myself, but in living aligned with spiritual principles like honesty, humility, service, and love. I’ve learned that we don’t recover alone, and that helping others is not only part of healing—it’s part of staying sober.

This website exists for anyone who feels like I once did: lost, disconnected, and unsure if change is possible. My story isn’t unique, but it is proof that no matter how far down the road you’ve gone, you can always turn around. There is hope, there is help, and there is a life beyond addiction that is fuller and more meaningful than you might imagine.

Recovery didn’t just give me my life back—it gave me a life worth living. And if you’re willing to take the first step, you don’t have to walk this path alone