Saturday Night Sleeping
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.
Topic: addiction
I’m an alcoholic and my name is Tori.
Ever since I was introduced to alcohol it became about getting more. Always more.
Mental Health & Motherhood
It took me years to recognize that my struggles with mental and emotional health were not marks against me as a mother.
After Midnight
Life After My Mom’s Overdose
I had never viewed my mother as an “addict.”
Your Future is Worth Sticking Around For
I still have days where I struggle with simply existing.
Bless This Mess
The thing about getting clean is that once you get out of rehab, no one’s getting paid to take care of you anymore. That is when the real work starts.
I Exist, Therefore I Am Enough
Even when we don’t want to take another step. Even when our hearts hurt. Even when it feels like the phone never rings and no one cares, we are enough.
One Year Sober
A year ago I was hopeless, broke, and I wanted to die. I believed that at the age of thirty-six it was too late to make a life worth living. I was so scared of myself because I had no idea who I really was without drugs or alcohol.
Love Worth Living. Life Worth Loving.
Come on decades of therapy, do your thing. Come on endless sessions in rehab, remind me that I am more than my rage.
For When Hope and Help Feel Unreal
During my second stay in rehab, there was a mantra that I clung to: You are worthy. You are enough. You are loved.
Showing Praise
I realize now that my mom wasn’t choosing the pills over me, over her children, the addiction was choosing for her.
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