A Story of Hope, Acceptance, & Sobriety
I believed I was the problem and only caused pain to those around me.
Topic: addiction
I believed I was the problem and only caused pain to those around me.
I don't know when I convinced myself that I needed alcohol to be that version of myself.
I didn’t want my sobriety to define or stop me from hanging out with my friends...
These words were spoken in love and broadcast in an attempt to project shame.
I was completely unaware of the things that had been stored in my body for years.
I needed to feel in control because my mind was always out of control.
Eliminating drinking alcohol for four weeks does not equate to recovery—or understanding the challenges of recovery for that matter.
Most of my "ideals" or things folks call "resolutions" around this time of year aren't actually what I want for myself but are what I assume others want for me.
I’ll never forget that fateful May 20th, that day that began in such an ordinary way, when my son’s addiction finally took his precious life.
Ever since I was introduced to alcohol it became about getting more. Always more.
It took me years to recognize that my struggles with mental and emotional health were not marks against me as a mother.
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