Nothing has challenged my sobriety, sanity, or mom guilt as much as watching my teen daughter struggle with her own mental illness.
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.”
In the past, it has always been my goal to provide a “clear message” of 12-step recovery. The thing is, my recovery doesn’t necessarily resemble the overall 12-step picture of what “works.”
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.