Being sober hasn’t changed the fact that I hate myself. Now I just hate myself sober.
I was 37 years old when I gave birth to my youngest son. Unhappy and feeling trapped in an emotionally damaging relationship I had been in for only a year, I struggled to juggle the demands of having… Read More
The last six years have been quite a ride. Up until then, I was a very controlled drinker, and might have called myself a “normie.” I would only have one or two drinks on weekends, and maybe get… Read More
Hilarious. I’m heading down the ramp to my flight terminal and walk past the Boston Beer Works sign. My first thought? Ugh, That would be nice right now. What? I’m on my way to California to see the… Read More