A fish named Jeremy Ohio State Prison: not a place I ever imagined being connected to. Yet, there's a fish swimming in a tank there with my name on it. For years, I was a master of disguise, hiding an addiction that whispered, 'You're not good enough.' Success felt like a borrowed suit, always waiting to be taken back. Rock bottom? I knew it well, but then I discovered there was a basement. Recovery has been a stumble forward, a messy, imperfect journey. It's about facing the