Today is my birthday, and it is my first sober birthday in a long, long time. My birthday slogan for many years was, “No one should remember the day they turn a year older,” and boy oh boy did I make sure that was the case. I threw huge, booze-soaked parties almost every year, and
I published my first public blog post in March of 2016. I had never intended to blog or had any interest in writing until I stumbled over a website called Hello Sunday Morning while searching blogs to help me stop drinking. You see I was 50 years old, the mother of an 11 and 15-year-old,
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
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
