Well I’ve hit the 9 month milestone. Me. She who ‘needed’ alcohol as her reward every night.’ She who felt shite every day. She who’s life was so wrapped around the social ‘benefits’ of alcohol she couldn’t see what it was doing to her and her life and family The restrictions it was placing on
The image at the beginning of this post is literally how I used to feel. I used to feel trapped in the domesticity that I had chosen. I was a vibrant, active, loving wife and mom. Like many of my friends, I had my children after becoming established in my career. My daughter was born
Yesterday I threw my back out. This morning, after performing the complicated gymnastic maneuver that it takes for me to get out of bed, I was making coffee and feeling quite literally like I’d been kicked in the back by an elephant and a little voice popped into my head whispering A Cigarette would make
I’ve never been to AA but awhile back I read chunks of the Big Book on my own to check out the content. I remember reading about The Gift of Desperation and I didn’t really understand it. To feel so powerless and defeated? That’s not how I wanted to go about sobriety. But now that
My sponsor sent me a picture yesterday of someone opening a wine bottle in the hatchback of their SUV at 11 o’clock in the morning. She commented she was glad that was not her anymore. I agreed but said I would’ve at least waited until I got inside the car. Which was kind of dark
