08/06/2026
February 14, 2024 — Valentine’s Day.
I was living in my camper, on the verge of homelessness.
I looked at the picture of my son on the refrigerator. Then I looked at the bottles of alcohol sitting on the counter.
I got on my knees and asked God to forgive me. I asked Him to give me the strength to quit because I knew I couldn’t do it by myself.
One by one, I opened every bottle and poured them down the sink.
Except one.
A little 99-proof grape shooter.
I left it sitting there. For hours I stared at it. I wrestled with myself.
Around 6:00 that evening, I walked back over, ripped the metal cap off, poured the last drop down the drain… and I haven’t had another drink since.
Today marks:
903 days sober.
129 weeks.
2 years, 5 months, and 22 days.
Looking back, I truly believe God met me in one of the darkest moments of my life. That decision didn’t instantly fix everything, but it gave me the clarity and strength to face what was ahead.
To everyone fighting through the pain of family court, separation from your children, divorce, or any other battle…
If you’re using alcohol to numb the pain, I’m asking you as a friend, a father, a brother, and a fellow survivor: please put the bottle down.
The system is hard enough without giving alcohol another victory over your life.
Don’t wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes.
Make the decision today.
Ask for help if you need it. Lean on your faith, your family, trusted friends, or a recovery community. There is no shame in reaching out.
Your children need you.
Your family needs you.
The world needs you.
If God could pull me out of one of the darkest chapters of my life, I believe there is hope for others too.
One decision.
One hour.
One day at a time.
To God be all the glory.
Rob V.
Rise Up Media
Family Court Survivor
Disclaimer: This post is shared for the purpose of public discussion, education, and Advocacy.