I drank in moderation until after a second pregnancy. The medication wasn’t working. Nothing was working. I drank because…I could.
I’m grateful for this website even though I don’t belong here yet. I’m grateful that I can feel like a part of your stories even if I’m holding a drink while reading them.
There’s no one tool that worked for me, but I have a “recovery toolbox” that helps me feel supported as I build my new life.
There is a part of me—even after seventeen years of sobriety—that whispers ever-so-seductively every summer that it might be acceptable to start drinking again.