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’m so proud of myself for being sober this Christmas season because last year I was a mess. A hiding my bottles in my shoes mess. I sunk into a Mommy’s Wine Time routine as an accepted adult comfort, but drinking became the problem, not the solution. My husband is in the military so he
I never counted days sober. I didn’t know it was “a thing” until I had a lotof alcohol-free days behind me. But I counted milestones in my first year. Myfirst AF July 4th, Thanksgiving, New Years, Birthday. I recognized myfirst year. When I realized I was coming up on my 5th holiday season alcoholfree, it
I’m my early days of sobriety I was struggling. Single parenting sober, trying desperately to meet all the demands of two small children while going through some real Huge emotions, working at a country club and being surrounded by alcohol on a daily basis…I just needed to not be needed. I was feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable
