Imagine my surprise when, with 60 days clean, I found out I was pregnant.
I neglected my oral health horribly during my years of active alcoholism. By the time I was able to see a dentist and begin addressing each issue, my mouth was in terrible shape.
Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?
Sometimes my friends will suggest, “Have a glass of wine! Wine solves everything!” I beg to differ. Wine does not solve alcoholism.
I thought I was ok. I had miscarried naturally twice before. But I wasn’t ok. I’m not ok.