One of the craziest things about being sober is being caught in some sort of time-space continuum. The first few sober days are horrible. I can still remember that feeling of clinging onto the edge of a cliff by my very short fingernails: the awful cravings and the sleeplessness. The sleeplessness was the pits. For
When I was pregnant I did not drink a drop but I did continue to smoke a bit. I had learned that alcohol could hinder brain development in utero and there was no way I would take the chance of getting my babies drunk. I managed however, to talk myself into believing that three cigarettes
I look away when things are scary. When I’m filled with fear, I try to control other things because I feel like I can’t handle it. I get light-headed, nauseous, sweaty, panicked. There is a ringing in my ears. Sometimes when it’s not as bad, I just procrastinate instead. I do laundry, shop online, watch
Nice to meet you; My name is ‘Al’, You ask me ‘What’s your aim?’. I am your very best friend, just listen, I’ll explain. I can make you feel good, take away your doubt, your fear,your pain. You can be free, One of us,the In Crowd The ones who know what there is to gain.
When I was drunk, and in my early years of sobriety, I believed wholeheartedly in ‘the truth’. Now, I’m not so sure. The problem with the word ‘truth’ is that there are as many truths as there are people, because truth, to my mind, is a matter of perspective. I now prefer to deal with