I know I have one of two choices, acceptance of the situation or let it go.
Dear Booze: When my life fell apart, you were there. I used to think I couldn’t be happy without you.
I am an alcoholic. I didn’t have a problem with drugs. I didn’t do them. I drank and that was enough to get me to my bottom. Until I saw a bag of pot.
There came a point 30 days ago where the memes and advertisements stopped being funny. I do not need alcohol to survive motherhood.
Dear Alcohol, You took my life apart, piece-by-piece, and destroyed it. At first I didn’t notice it was you – it couldn’t be, because you were my friend.