I have always had a defiant streak.
Some people see that as a problem. Sometimes it was.
But when I finally aimed that defiance at addiction, weakness, excuses, and the version of me that kept choosing escape, it became one of the reasons I survived.
Defiance without command becomes destruction.
Defiance under discipline becomes refusal.
Refusal to go back.
Refusal to quit.
Refusal to let the old version win.