Putting My Recovery at Risk to Live My Life
The guy sat in front of us, blowing back marijuana smoke that twisted in the air and headed directly for my nostrils.Read More →
The guy sat in front of us, blowing back marijuana smoke that twisted in the air and headed directly for my nostrils.Read More →
Where’s the line between healthy pride in how far you’ve come and sinister pride that sneaks up and sabotages recovery?Read More →
The healthier I get, the more I can convince myself that I am of such sound mind now that I can go ahead and drink. But my husband keeps me accountable.Read More →
The first time I guzzled alcohol, I was seven years old. My mom left me with her glass of sauvignon blanc when she went to use the restroom.Read More →
While we walked the aisles and found the perfect Anna and Elsa backpack and matching lunchbox, I told her that in two years I was going to bring her back for a new backpack for the first day of kindergarten.Read More →
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