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⭐️ by @shammaurice

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@finesserhudgens is the star of this

@brandymelvilleusa was my first job

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@cchuoll debuted for @csiriano !

i 🫶🏾 pizza

my king

so many places i thought were in are out now?! what’s up w that!

get the shoes get the shoes

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Zach’s my fav too.

do you like this pic of me? taken in New York City, N.Y. by @shammaurice

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a month ago

shy summer 👅 by @shammaurice

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5 months ago

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5 months ago

blue hour @hm by @shammaurice

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5 months ago

proof of life (always wanted to use that caption) by @shammaurice

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7 months ago

paging 🆘 by @shammaurice

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10 months ago

got braids, got buff, went to a concert… & got some exciting stuff coming :) by @shammaurice

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a year ago

TW: I promised myself I’d publicly talk about my addiction if I ever hit 5 years sober (which I truly didn’t think would happen). So here are my thoughts from 6/10/25.

I can’t believe that 5 years ago, around this day, I was asking God to please give me the strength to take my own life. I was in pure agony, battling addiction, which all came to a dark head in 2020. I’d mumble to myself, “This is literally hell on earth.” Why would any God let this happen to me? Why can’t I control my own body? Why can’t I stop my hand from grabbing and putting the bottle to my lips?

It felt like nothing on this earth could stop it, and there was only one way out. That feeling still haunts me, and writing this brings my heart right back there. I’m getting anxiety just typing. I was in and out of hospitals, psych wards, rehabs, and outpatient programs.

In 2020 I got really sick from drinking. The doctors were shocked someone my age was in that shape. I was hospitalized for 12 days, couldn’t eat or drink, and was hooked up to IVs. I couldn’t pee for days. A nurse felt so bad because my mouth was so dry, she snuck me ice chips. I started drinking again a week later.

If you were ever around me morning, day, night—I was wasted. I’d take shots early in the morning. It was clear I had a problem. But the part that was so dark and so lonely was perpetuating the persona that this is how I wanted to be, while behind closed doors I hated myself. Trying to fight this demon in a bottle… why am I like this? Why me???

It’s not all rainbows. I thought getting sober meant my career would take off, I’d blow up, finally be successful. But it’s not on your time, it’s on God’s timing. I still struggle with that.. feeling like I missed opportunities, like my peers and the people I grew up with are light years ahead of me financially, in their careers, in life. But this is my journey. I’m just grateful to not have another drink.

If you’re reading this: if I can do it, anyone can. If you fuck up, start again. Let this be your sign, don’t stop trying. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. Every day counts. P.S THANK YOU @lafuentelgbtqrehab for saving my life!! by @shammaurice

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a year ago

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3 years ago

★★★★★★★★ by @shammaurice

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a year ago

(¯`·.¸¸.-> °º 🎀 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 🎀 º° > by @shammaurice

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3 years ago