I have a complicated relationship with pills. I love that I have emotional stability. I hate that I can’t just pull myself up by the bootstraps and carry on.
I’m almost five years sober: this July 17th will mark my five years in recovery. For the first time, I’m feeling nervous about the approaching milestone, and I’m not sure why.
I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.
Upon entering recovery, it was suggested that I lean on other women for hope and guidance. I remember thinking that there was no way I could ever trust women. I thought hated women.
Motherhood is hard. I’m sure we can all agree on that. Being a young mother is even harder; especially with all the stigmas out there associated with it. But when addiction is thrown into the chaos of parenthood,… Read More