Finding My Breath was Key to Fighting My Addiction

As my breath improved, so did my ability to deal with stress, to get a good night’s sleep and to relax. As I learned to breathe deeply, I wanted to smoke much less. My need for alcohol faded as I learned to deal with stress and I also learned to like myself at last.

Finding Sisterhood in Recovery

I found the online support and sisterhood refreshing and learned there was no right way to do recovery. It was time to build my own box and fill my toolkit with resources that worked for me.

Dear Mom, You Didn’t Raise An Alcoholic

Mom, you didn’t raise an alcoholic. You helped me pick up all my broken pieces and build me into the woman I am today.

I Replaced My Other Addictions with Food

I never believed that food was actually an addiction. I would find myself in halfway houses and long-term treatment women’s programs, binging and purging, med seeking to get medications where the side effects included weight loss. I was trying to starve myself and failing miserably every time.

My First Addiction was Cutting

I remember the first time I cut. I don’t remember what I was searching for, maybe I just wanted to be heard. However, what I do recall is immediately falling in love. Cutting truly became my first addiction and it possibly may have been more difficult to quit than substances.