I battled alcoholism for well over a decade. I was lucky, and I found recovery.

Within my first year sober, I watched a strange car drive into my back alley, roll down the window, ditch bottles in my trash, and tear off in fear.

I knew what was happening as soon as I saw the car.

I was watching a ghost of my past.

I was too late to get to that person. Too late to tell them they were not alone.

That’s why I made the sticker.

To be there in a moment of shame. The moment someone is trying to get rid of the evidence, and maybe trying to get rid of the version of themselves that keeps ending up there.

We’re not alone in this battle.

And none of us are meant to fight it without help.