As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I feel guilty because my addiction took from my enjoyment of parenting my first child. I feel guilty because even though now I have it together, for so long I did not.
Nothing has challenged my sobriety, sanity, or mom guilt as much as watching my teen daughter struggle with her own mental illness.
For me, living sober has given me space to leave behind things that were holding me back, and move faster towards things I want.