The octopus is symbolic of my own life because it was through cleverness and grit that I survived. As an emotionally damaged 16-year-old mother of one with a seventh-grade education, I was determined to make it. Still, I couldn’t survive and heal at the same time. So I built emotional walls and it was behind
I was afraid to quit drinking. Just absolutely terrified. Even when I was sick to death of it. Even when I was so, so ready to quit. Even when I knew I could quit drinking because I had done it before. The fear of living sober stopped me in my tracks. Alcohol was my safety
A way to reset, moderate or stopI’d probably be drinking every night now if notMost likely for sureIf kind people here hadn’t helped me not to pour ODAAT I learned why wine ain’t fineUntil now I don’t want it anymoreAlcohol is no treasureNot in any measureIt causes painEach story is the sameBut different I dunnoMy
My relationship with alcohol did not follow the path that I expected when I took my first casual drink. I once thought that alcohol was my confidant, my comfort, my power. But alcohol turned out to be a narcissist, a bully, my kryptonite. My relationship with alcohol was like a love turned sour and I