Quiet·From Soft Hands, Loose Grip

Not Sober. Not Broken.


Not sober. Not broken.
This is not a twelve-step story.
It is not a blueprint for sobriety.
It is not another guilt trip dressed up as self-help.
You will not find redemption tales that end in abstinence or stories that begin in shame.
You have heard those.
You have probably read a few, nodded along, and quietly closed the book before finishing.
This is not that.
This is a book for people who drink.
Who sometimes drink too much, or too often.
Who feel the pull toward alcohol but do not want to be lectured about it.
It is for the ones who know that alcohol can make life feel softer, quieter, freer.
For the ones who have felt that first sip loosen something tight in their chest and thought
Finally.
It is also for the ones who have looked at the empty bottle and wondered
Am I okay.
For the ones who have promised
Just one tonight
and still woken up with a headache or regret
or nothing at all.
For the ones who want to live
really live
but do not want to pretend alcohol is not part of the picture.
This book lives in the grey.
Not sober.
Not reckless.
Just real.