It’s OK to Take a Step Back
Today, I woke up. Despite wishing before I went to sleep that I wouldn't.
It’s easy to believe that fame, professional success, wealth, or adoration can protect people from pain, but that is not true. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. Depression doesn’t care if you’re great at what you do.
All three of these times, when I made the decision to jeopardize my own existence, I truly wanted to die. In those moments, I believed that whatever I was going through—coming to terms with my sexuality, breakups, fights with friends, bad decisions—was worth ending my life.
Everything I saw, every person I encountered, all of the delicious food (and gelato) I consumed, and every memory I captured on film or in my journal, would not have been same had I been hindered by alcohol.
It takes a boldness to say that your brain is sick. That you need help. That you can’t do whatever this is alone anymore.
Nobody knows better than the mother of a heroin addict that stigma breeds death.
My sobriety story isn’t typical. I wasn’t addicted to drugs or pills or alcohol. I wouldn’t say I had an “addiction” at all.
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So while we can’t expect it to be steady and linear, recovery from mental illness is undeniably possible. No matter the number of times we take one step back, there are always steps forward awaiting to be taken.
"National Alcohol Screening Day was started to help individuals assess their drinking and substance use patterns and get connected to resources for treatment and recovery."
The corkscrew, the bottle opener, the twist cap all became a shield. Alcohol began to create a diversion from my depression.
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