An update, August 2026

I wrote this reflection before the Spokane Area Fires changed so much for our region. I considered holding it, knowing that many families are carrying far heavier things right now.

I’m sharing it because the lesson at the center of this year still feels true: sobriety has made me more present and better able to show up when life gets hard. This reflection is personal. My attention today remains with the people affected and the organizations helping our community recover.

One year ago today

I can’t believe it but I freaking did it!! I have spent the last year of my life completely sober from alcohol.

That’s 365 days. Some good and some bad. I had plenty of days where I felt like drinking. This is where my stubborn pride actually works for me: as bad as I sometimes wanted a drink, I was holding so much pride in my sobriety that I refused to give it up.

And it wasn’t just alcohol. Within a month of quitting drinking I had let go of other vices too, and walked away from relationships that were keeping me stuck. The other things kind of fell into place after that first choice.

One year ago today, I was barely recovered from a horrible night of drinking and bad decisions just two days before. And I had agreed to meet Lawrence for a first date, coffee in Post Falls.

He had told me he was sober, which was frankly a huge relief. Because here’s the part that matters: I had already been thinking about quitting. At least for a little while.

That summer my drinking and partying were getting out of control. I told myself it was okay because I’d had a really hard year. I had just gone through a divorce. I was a single mom again. I was numbing myself so I didn’t have to sit with my feelings. How do you even do that? I would wonder, and then take another sip.

It got to the point where my body was telling me what my mind refused to admit. There were mornings after that scared me, mornings I couldn’t pretend were normal, and each one ended with me swearing I would never drink again. And then I did. And that last time was the worst.

I never really thought of myself as an alcoholic. I just knew I was ready for a change.

People just like me

So, when this man sat across from me talking about his journey and how he got sober, I wanted to know more. Not only did I find him attractive, he had something I was curious about.

He took me to my first AA meeting since I was 21 and ordered to go. I was still convinced there was no way I could be an alcoholic. But I really liked this cute guy and wanted to hang out with him, so I went anyway.

Much to my surprise, there were people just like me there. I listened to their stories and I could relate.

I had this idea in my head of what an alcoholic was. I wasn’t drinking first thing in the morning (usually). But when I did start, I could never have just one. Once I caught a buzz I kept chasing it. I drank for anxiety, for stress, to feel at ease in social situations where I felt awkward and out of place. I thought booze made me more fun and likeable. I drank when I was happy and when I was sad. I would find any excuse. It had become a daily habit.

Sitting in that room, I finally saw it. Nobody had to convince me. The people there just told the truth about their own lives, and their truth sounded like mine.

So, I thought: maybe I could give this sobriety thing a try. What did I have to lose?

What working it actually looks like

Here’s what I’ve learned this year: I didn’t stay sober because I met a sober guy. I stayed sober because I worked for it, one day at a time, and because I stopped trying to do life alone.

My sponsor and I are still close, and we work the steps together. I go to meetings. I’ve been building real friendships with other women in recovery, the kind of friends who show up for who I am, not for who I was at the bar. I’ve made real progress in therapy, actually sitting with the feelings I used to drown. I walk a lot. Miles and miles. I write and make things again. And I’ve found service work, especially with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, which gets me out of my own head faster than anything else.

I’ve also been spiritually seeking. I don’t have it all figured out, but a higher power is at the center of this for me, and I’m exploring what that looks like in my life.

I didn’t stay sober because I met a sober guy. I stayed sober because I worked for it, one day at a time.

None of this is glamorous. Most of it is just showing up. But that’s the whole secret, as far as I can tell.

The buds from January

At six months I wrote about my roses, thorns, and buds, and I made some promises about what I hoped would bloom. So here’s the honest report.

I ran Bloomsday. My first time ever, and it happened to be the 50th running of the race. Lawrence ran the first part with me, and I finished in 1:19. I wasn’t super fast, but I finished, and I’m proud of that. A year ago a big night out could wipe out my whole next day. This spring I ran seven and a half miles through Spokane with thousands of people, completely sober, and loved it. I’m coming back next year stronger and faster.

I’m a more present mom. That one is harder to measure than a race time, but I feel it. I’m setting stronger boundaries with my boys and actually being there when I’m there. Co-parenting has gotten better too, which took work from everyone. The boys have gained more than a sober mom. This spring we spent an afternoon at Avista Stadium with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative watching the Spokane Indians, and my youngest is already counting down to the next one.

And here’s a bud I didn’t even know I was growing in January: a couple months before my one-year mark, I got licensed in Washington on top of my Idaho license and joined Avalon 24 Real Estate. I’m now part of a motivated, supportive team and serving clients on both sides of the state line. Turns out the confidence I was drinking to fake is the thing sobriety actually gave me.

Not perfect, but clear

Today, things are not perfect. But with my sobriety I am learning how to handle the ups and downs of life with a clear mind, body, and heart. I’m finding myself, who I really am. The girl who got caught up and lost for a bit. I’m nurturing her now.

I feel like I’m becoming a better human, mom, partner, and friend. And I hope my story reaches someone who’s where I was last summer, still saying it’s just been a hard year, still keeping it “together” until they get home. You don’t have to hit some imaginary rock bottom to deserve a change. I just knew I was ready. Maybe you are too.

Thank you, Law, for being there and helping me find a better way. We’ve had a lot of adventures this past year, and it all started with getting lost at Stanley. A hike I will never forget.

That hike was the beginning of my transformation: a moment where I remembered my strength. A time to challenge myself. I never planned to get sober, I just realized one day it was what I needed.

About the Author: Erika Solberg

Erika Solberg is a REALTOR® with Avalon 24 Real Estate, licensed in both Idaho and Washington and serving North Idaho and the Spokane region since 2019. She began her recovery journey in July 2025 and spends her time outside of work exploring the Northwest’s wilderness with her boys, training for races, and volunteering with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative. Erika believes that finding your dream home and finding your authentic self both require courage, persistence, and accepting help along the way.

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That hit home. Because my program isn’t just AA, and it never has been. It’s AA meetings, my sponsor, therapy, my relationship with God, accountability from people who love me, and honestly, the miles I’ve been logging on foot. All of it together. AA is at the center, and I’m grateful for it, but healing has come from a lot of places. I think that’s actually the point of the reflection.

Nine months ago, I didn’t know how to be sober. I didn’t know how to just sit with my emotions without reaching for something to take the edge off. Life is still hard sometimes. I’m still not where I want to be. But I have a clear mind, and to me, that is priceless.

A lot has happened since I wrote my six-month reflection. Back then, running Bloomsday was a bud, a possibility I was just beginning to believe in. In ten days, I’m actually doing it. I would not be able to run the way I have if it weren’t for sobriety. Full stop.

Sobriety has also given me something I didn’t expect: the space to actually process things. Events from twenty-plus years ago. Things that happened just last year. I never took the time before. There is real healing available in sobriety, and I’m only beginning to access it.

I’ve submitted my will to God instead of relying on my own, because left to myself, my instinct is still to reach for something when things get really hard. That hasn’t changed. What has changed is that I have tools now, and people, and I use them.

I’m grateful for my kids, who are my “why” every single day. I’m grateful for Lawrence, who has stuck by me through all of it, pushed me to be a better version of myself, and loves me enough to tell me the truth. Thank you, Law.

And thank you to everyone who has reached out with encouragement along the way. Things aren’t perfect. But I am stronger.

Nine months strong. One day at a time.

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As I just celebrated six months of sobriety, I wanted to pause and reflect on this journey using a framework that’s helped me process both the wins and the struggles: Rose, Thorn, and Bud. For those unfamiliar, it’s simple:

• Rose: The highlights and victories
• Thorn: The challenges and pain points
• Bud: The opportunities and possibilities ahead

I’ve never felt more alone than when I was in active addiction. But recovery doesn’t happen alone, and for that I am deeply thankful. Even though I still have work to do, I’ve climbed mountains since getting sober—both literally and figuratively. I’ve done things I couldn’t have done alone, and especially not while my life was consumed by alcohol.

The roses: what’s blooming

Clarity returned

After that trip to Stanley Hot Springs, something clicked. I remembered who I really was. I had clarity, and I wanted more of it. That wilderness adventure became a turning point—a moment when I realized I belong in wild places and that my sense of adventure wasn’t lost, just buried under years of substance use.

A sober partnership

Shortly after Stanley, Lawrence and I started dating exclusively. Having a sober partner who gets it has been incredible. Together we celebrated my first sober holiday season since I was a teenager. I used to use alcohol to cope with and get through the stress and celebrations of the holidays, but I didn’t need that anymore. No more hangovers, no more drunk regrets. Just presence.

Being the mom I want to be

One of my biggest motivations for staying sober is being a better mom. How could I do that while drinking? What kind of example was I setting for my kids? Some days I struggled and wanted to drink, but I stayed sober. It’s so nice to remember every moment together with my kids and family now.

Summiting Scotchman’s Peak

In September 2025, Lawrence and I decided to tackle Scotchman’s Peak—a notoriously difficult 8.3-mile hike with 3,700 feet of elevation gain. My friend Meagan was joining us, and we were all excited. It was a bucket list item, and definitely not for the faint of heart.

The morning started as complete chaos. I woke at 5 AM eager to start, but my childcare plans fell apart last minute. Thanks to a friend who came to the rescue, I figured out a backup plan, but it set us back almost two hours. Lawrence and I were both stressed and grumpy as we headed out.

We stopped in Sandpoint at Winter Ridge for breakfast and trail snacks, bringing our dog Freddy along. While we were inside, Freddy managed to escape from the back of Lawrence’s Subaru to the backseat, nearly crushing his camera bag. I thought, “Could this morning get any more stressful?!” Everything seemed to be going wrong.

Still, we pushed on to Clark Fork, losing cell service as expected. We finally made it to the trailhead nearly two hours late. Our friends had already started up without us—which I was glad about. Before we started, Lawrence and I made a pact to leave the stressful morning behind and just enjoy the hike.

I’d hiked this trail once before while I wasn’t sober, so I was eager for a new perspective. We hustled up, hoping to catch my friends at the top. About three-quarters of the way up, I suddenly felt sick—lightheaded, blurry vision, like I might pass out. I told Lawrence I didn’t think I could make it further.

We stopped, I had water and dark chocolate, and almost immediately felt better. We continued, and shortly after, we ran into our friends coming down from the summit! We chatted briefly, then pushed to the top.

The summit. This is why we came. Incredible, breathtaking views and an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. It was all worth it—the chaotic morning, the stress, everything became insignificant in that moment.

The lesson: Don’t stop short of your destination. Sometimes distractions get in the way, but the more we push through, the stronger we become—both mentally and physically.

A fresh start

Two months into sobriety, my roommates and I got notice that we had to move out of our rental. With help from loved ones and by the grace of God, I found a place of our own. A place for the boys and me to have our own space again. This felt like the fresh start we needed.

Spiritual growth

Through this journey, I’ve relied heavily on my higher power. Jesus has carried me through, and my relationship with Him has begun to grow. I no longer carry the guilt and burden of my mistakes and past. It’s such a relief to have that weight lifted off my shoulders.

Rediscovering running (and breathing)

I’ve fallen in love with running again, thanks to Lawrence, who’s an avid runner. When I first began running, I really didn’t enjoy it. But like sobriety, I’ve learned to embrace it all—even running stairs, which led me to quit smoking. Now I can breathe better, which makes me a better runner. Sure, I have days where I don’t “feel” like running, but I do it anyway. I’m always better for it, and I’ve never regretted doing so.

Finding my support system

I’ve found AA meetings to be extremely helpful. Recently, I even found a sponsor to help me work the steps. This journey is not meant to be walked alone, and having that community support has been invaluable. I’ve also started therapy again, and the power of that cannot be overstated.

Volunteering and giving back

I’ve had opportunities to volunteer with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, and serving others has been incredibly rewarding. It’s shown me that my struggles can become strengths that help others.

Rediscovering writing

I’ve remembered how much I truly enjoy writing. It’s like reuniting with a long-lost friend. Even after all these years, the love of writing never left—it was just buried deep inside my heart. It has taken the clarity of sobriety to rediscover it.

The thorns: what still hurts

Let me be clear: things have not been perfect since getting sober. But I’m able to handle issues in a much healthier and more productive way now.

The cravings still come

There are still times when I want to drink or smoke. The urges don’t just disappear because you’ve made a decision to get sober. This is where my support system—AA meetings, my sponsor, my inner circle—becomes critical.

Financial strain

Having to move was extremely difficult and really stretched my finances. Even though it was a fresh start, the financial pressure has been real. Add to that being a realtor in a tough market, and the stress can be overwhelming at times.

Single mom challenges

Juggling single mom life, my real estate career, and co-parenting my boys is an ongoing challenge. Their dad and I don’t always see things the same way. One of my boys has special needs, and sharing custody has been extremely trying. However, I’ve been able to deal with these things with the support of my inner circle instead of using.

Learning to sit with feelings

I’m learning to be comfortable in my own skin and sometimes just sit with my feelings instead of trying to hide from them by using substances. This is harder than it sounds. For years, I used alcohol to numb discomfort. Now I have to actually feel everything, and that’s not always pleasant.

The buds: what’s growing

Running Bloomsday

I’m planning to run Bloomsday with Lawrence this year. It’s something I never thought I would do. But I have a new sense of confidence and self-worth now. I’m realizing what I really want and deserve in life.

Continued growth and service

I’m looking forward to continued growth and more opportunities to serve others. I’m excited about expanding my volunteer work with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative and finding other ways to give back to the recovery community.

New opportunities

The clarity of sobriety has opened doors I didn’t even know existed. I’m excited to see where this journey takes me—in business, in personal relationships, and in discovering new parts of myself. I know there are new opportunities waiting. I will do this one day at a time.

Writing more

Now that I’ve rediscovered my love of writing, I want to do more of it. Sharing my story might help someone else find their way, and that makes every word worth it.

Present parenting

With more clarity in my life, I’ve been able to identify my blessings and areas of improvement. Being more present with my kids is at the top of that list. I want to be the best version of myself for them, and sobriety is giving me that chance.

Living one day at a time

Every day, I wake up and find something to be grateful for. This really helps set the tone for my day. I try not to stress about tomorrow because we may only have today. This has put things in perspective for me. My recovery journey motto is simple: one day at a time.

Having Lawrence in my life has been refreshing. When we met, I was already considering a sober lifestyle. I was tired of being sick and tired. Law gave me the push and encouragement I needed to get and stay sober. I am forever grateful for his presence and influence in my life. I love you, Lawrence!

Law and I have been on several adventures over the last six months—Stanley Hot Springs, Scotchman’s Peak, the San Juan Islands—each bringing us closer together and helping me remember how strong I really am.

My hope with this reflection is to encourage and inspire others. Recovery isn’t linear, it isn’t perfect, and it’s definitely not easy. But it’s worth it. Six months in, I’m grateful for every rose I’ve experienced, every thorn I’ve overcome, and every bud of possibility that’s beginning to bloom.

If you’re considering sobriety or you’re early in your journey, know this: you don’t have to do it alone. Find your people, embrace your roses, learn from your thorns, and keep your eyes on those buds. They’re there, even when you can’t see them yet.

One day at a time.

About the Author: Erika Solberg

Erika Solberg is a licensed real estate agent with The Agency Coeur d’Alene, serving North Idaho and Eastern Washington since 2019. She began her recovery journey in July 2025 and spends her time outside of work exploring the Northwest’s wilderness with her boys, training for races, and volunteering with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative. Erika believes that finding your dream home and finding your authentic self both require courage, persistence, and accepting help along the way.

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