Today is an important day for me. Today is my son’s birthday. He is already in his 30’s and that’s how long my relationship with alcohol pushed him out the way. For a large part of his life, I wasn’t present. Oh, I was there – but I wasn’t there for him. Because I was
I used to think that my drinking habits were a sign of weakness, of a flawed character. I used to think that when I chose a sober weekend, I was punishing myself – like a kid in time out because I didn’t follow the rules. I quit drinking alcohol for one year, between 2014 and
I have felt very lonely in my sobriety and have struggled with this since deciding to live a life free of alcohol. I’ve realized that it’s because I feel that no one really understands the sacrifices made when quitting drinking. Was it a good choice? Yes. Was it a sacrifice? Yes. There is little understanding
When I stopped drinking over five years ago, there was not much in the blogs and books that I was reading that addressed how to stop drinking if your partner continued to drink. There was mention of living sober with a normy, meaning someone who could drink moderately. But, I could not find any points
