I drank in moderation until after a second pregnancy. The medication wasn’t working. Nothing was working. I drank because…I could.
For at least four months after I made the decision to quit drinking, I found myself in a strange purgatory. I didn’t want to be drinking. I didn’t want to not be drinking. I wanted all the “mores”… Read More
There’s one consequence of my drinking that still haunts me: the trauma of my rapes is with me every single day.
I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks.