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Nat’s Story
I was on IV meth and heroin, benzos, and smoking fentanyl.
I got sober by going to treatment—like eight times—and by finally surrounding myself with community, prioritizing routine, and committing to daily self-care. It didn’t click all at once. It took time, repetition, and not giving up when I kept falling.
I got pregnant with my son after a very traumatic miscarriage, right in the middle of my addiction. Then, when I was six months clean, my brother died. Both my brother and my son became my turning point.
I can’t go back now. My brother would smack me from heaven—no doubt. (😂)
I’ve been clean five years, and my life has changed dramatically. I have an amazing boy. I own my own business. I’ve found my voice and my confidence. But most importantly, I’ve learned how to value myself and love myself—because shame is what kept me sick for so long.
Everything has changed. Especially my headspace. I feel completely detached from the person I used to be. It’s kind of crazy.
I was the girl no one thought would stay clean or come back from her addiction. I’ve been homeless. I’ve had guns to my head and in my face. I’ve stolen cars. I’ve hurt a lot of people.
I’m so grateful to be a different person today.
HHH Shout-Out to Nat
Nat — FIVE YEARS CLEAN.
A mother. A business owner. A woman who reclaimed her voice, her worth, and her life.
You didn’t just survive addiction — you dismantled shame, rewired your world, and proved every single doubt wrong. Your story is raw, powerful, and deeply earned.
We see how far you’ve come.
We honor who you are now.
And we’re loud as hell celebrating you.
🖤 Hot, Hungry & Healing
Jessica’s Story
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Jessica’s Story
I was always a social drinker. I was never the type to drink every day—until about a year and a half ago.
My husband and I moved from San Diego to central Florida for his job, and it was a culture shock to say the least. Back in California, I had built a career I loved at a community college as a foster youth liaison, supporting students who had experienced foster care through their college journey. When we moved, I didn’t have a job secured, and I slowly lost my sense of purpose.
That’s when I noticed myself drinking more and more. Over the last six months, it became an everyday thing—sometimes all day—just to subdue withdrawals.
I got sober on July 24, 2025, one week before my 40th birthday. That last week was dark. I drank all day, every day. I started having suicidal thoughts, and that really scared my husband. When I ran out of alcohol and saw how completely broken he was, I knew I had had enough.
I went through absolute hell the first two weeks after quitting cold turkey—but I stayed sober.
I’ve now been sober for 141 days, and I’ve never felt better. My marriage is the best it’s ever been.
Working out is what’s keeping me sober. I move my body in some way every single day. It’s non-negotiable—like brushing my teeth.
Jessica — your story is honest, brave, and deeply earned.
109 days sober. A stronger marriage. A body you care for daily.
You chose yourself in the hardest moment, and you kept choosing yourself.
We are so proud of you.
— Hot, Hungry & Healing 🖤
Casey
This is Casey.
I was never much of a drinker in high school. Drugs were more my thing. I did marijuana, cocaine, acid, and meth. When I was 17, I was offered a job after I turned 18—but I had to quit all the drugs. Looking back, I truly believe that opportunity was the first time God saved me.
After that, since I couldn’t do drugs anymore, I started drinking. But even then, I wasn’t a heavy drinker through my 20s or even into my early 30s.
The heavy drinking didn’t really start until 2015. I went on a vacation with my family to visit friends, and my ex-wife, our friends, and I pretty much drank rum the entire week. When we got home, the drinking continued off and on, but I still didn’t consider it “heavy.”
That changed around Thanksgiving of 2023. I was told some things that really hit me, and that’s when the drinking escalated. I had already switched to vodka before then, but that’s when it truly got out of control.
Toward the end of April 2024, I was dealing with a lot at home. Long story short, I ended up going to the hospital on a Sunday night in handcuffs—for my own safety. When I arrived, my BAC was .33. The next morning, I was taken to a facility about an hour and a half from my hometown, where I spent a week in detox and on suicide watch.
After I got home, I stayed sober for about two weeks. Then I decided I could probably have a beer again. That didn’t work out. I went straight back on a bender.
About two weeks later—at the end of May—was my middle daughter’s high school graduation. That morning, I woke up and had a few drinks from the bottle on my nightstand. Not long after, my daughter realized I had been drinking and told me I was not allowed at her graduation or anywhere near the school property. I stayed in my bedroom and drank. I didn’t see any family or friends who were in town for the graduation.
I tried to pull it together enough to work over the next few days. Then on Wednesday—three days later—I stayed home, saying I was “sick.” I remember walking to the liquor store that day to buy more vodka and alcohol. Later that evening, the shakes and tremors were so bad I thought I was going to die. I was terrified. I ended up calling an ambulance on myself.
I arrived at the hospital just before midnight on May 29, 2024, with a BAC of .357.
The next morning, I found out my brother-in-law had driven seven hours overnight from Texas to pick me up from the hospital. He stayed with me for a few days, then took me back to Texas with him so I could sober up. When I returned home, my sister came with me, and I wasn’t allowed to be alone for about the first two weeks.
I have not had a drink of alcohol since that night.
Today, I am the lead chair in charge of the AA group in my town
HHH - Cheers Casey that sounds likea hell of a ride! Your recovery matters.
Your leadership matters.
And your presence in this world matters.
Congratulations—we’re proud to stand with you.