A Story of Hope, Acceptance, & Sobriety
I believed I was the problem and only caused pain to those around me.
Topic: sobriety
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.
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.
Ever since I was introduced to alcohol it became about getting more. Always more.
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.
I didn’t realize how many people were in my corner until I actually let them into my corner.
I love myself four drinks in. Four shots of vodka and I am a great mom. Four drinks in and I’m funny and likable. The anxiety disappears. My mind quiets.
The concept of restarting seems to go hand-in-hand with a new year. But what if I want to hold onto the last 365 days?
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