Not everything begins in the light. Some stories begin in survival. This isn’t a brand story. It’s the moment the fire got quiet enough to hear the voice inside whisper—
"You’re not done yet."
Light in the Addict was never created to sell.
It was born to serve.
To hold.
To remind the wandering and the weary that they are not alone.
This is the flame that made it through the night.
The one that refused to burn out.
The kind of light you don’t force—it chooses you when you’re ready.
My name is Rachel.
And I didn’t build this because I was whole.
I built this because I broke open.
And in that breaking, I found God—not in a building, but in the silence.
Not in perfection, but in presence.
Not in someone else’s idea of holiness, but in the raw, unraveling truth of my own.
You don’t need to be fixed.
You don’t need to be found.
You are already the flame.
This is just your remembering.
Welcome home.