When we took my son home, it didn’t take long for my insides to shed quickly to my outsides. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to shower, I didn’t want to clean, I just didn’t want to participate in life at all. I didn’t want to be a mom.
Over the last (almost) eleven years of sobriety I’ve had to find new, healthy coping skills to deal with stress.
I would go to school with a water bottle filled with alcohol stolen from whatever home I was in. No one would notice, because I didn’t drink until I was belligerent — just enough to get outside of myself.
The good news? The holidays are coming! The ….
I was beyond saddened to hear the news ….