When I was in my late 40’s, I found myself desperate to stop drinking but not sure how to do it. I’d seemed to others to be a contented “party girl” for decades, but things were changing for me in middle age. My drinking had escalated to a depressing nightly ritual that I justified as
I’ll be 7 years sober in March, and I owe that to something I never imagined I would find myself doing. Actively participating in an online community for support to stop drinking. In essence, what we do is a sort of informal private blogging, and it has meant that I have kept track of exactly
I am excited for my first sober Halloween! I made up a batch of my ginger juice brew today so I am all ready to enjoy the night with a clear head. 🎃 After a slip and a bit of a slide I am starting to get a nice streak of sober days going. My
I was scrolling through headlines yesterday and this jumped out at me, Need for liver transplants due to heavy drinking soared during the pandemic. My first reaction was relief that I quit drinking two years ago and no longer have to worry about whether or not I’m tipping over the line from high functioning, gray
