Wow. 15 years. As I sit here, those words feel so loaded. Fifteen years of love, growth, challenges, and seasons—each one shaping us, refining us, bringing us here. I think back to the girl I was then, and I wonder how much of her is still with me....

For as long as I can remember, I struggled with confidence. I never quite felt comfortable in my own skin. Even as a little kid, I was hyper-aware of myself—questioning if I was acting right, if I was good enough, if I fit. I can’t pinpoint the exact...

For as long as I can remember, I told myself that next month would be different. I’d look at the calendar and swear that once the new month started, I’d quit drinking. And some months, I did—well, for a week or two. But then I’d convince myself that I was...