I jumped from job to job and relationship to relationship. I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks. When I was around 21, I met the man that is now my husband. We were, “the party couple,” until my birth control failed and I found myself pregnant. Our parents convinced us getting marriage was the right thing to do, so we did.
There’s something almost magical about coming up for air after the long winter months, hiding under the heavy blanket of seasonal depression. There is a part of me – even after 17 years of sobriety – that whispers… Read More