My daughter was quarantined at birth. Then my husband had a stroke. It felt like the world was ending and I really wanted to use.
I neglected my oral health horribly during my years of active alcoholism. By the time I was able to see a dentist and begin addressing each issue, my mouth was in terrible shape.
Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?