I love planting trees and watching them grow. Back in 2003 I planted an elm. It was only a little stick, five feet high. Fourteen years later it soars into the sky, nearly 60 feet tall or more than that. its branches stretching all over the place .
Recovery from addiction is like a tree. Growing bit by bit but, as time passes, growing faster, exponentially. Occasionally, when the winds blow hard, losing a limb or two, but that loss only strengthens the other branches.
Be like a tree. Shout your happiness into the sky. When the wind blows, be careful, so you become a shelter to other little trees, just starting to grow, as you did long ago.
Bill.