It had been one of those days…you know the kind. I needed a break. The laundry would still be there, I needed ten minutes to just…stop.
Our 12-step group gives out tags for clean time; to recognize and congratulate certain lengths. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. For a while now, when the nine-month tag is announced, some can be heard yelling out, “pregnant with recovery, not by someone in recovery.”
I’ve been sober six years. I’ve often faced hardships, but nothing has challenged my sobriety, sanity, or mom guilt as much as watching my teen daughter struggle with her own mental illness. She was such an easy tween… Read More
A few weeks ago, I was asked to speak on an upcoming, six-person panel for my 12-step community. The theme of the panel is “Motherhood in Recovery.” I agreed without a thought, because I’ve been taught to never… Read More