I have taken the time to reflect on the habits that weigh me down. These are six ways I hope to finally let them go.
I spent my very first sober holidays away from my daughter. It broke my heart into a million pieces and made me feel like a terrible mother.
I sat there, a little over two years sober, wondering if my daughter was doomed to end up like me—an alcoholic. My father is an alcoholic. So was his mother. My husband is also an alcoholic.
I am new to abstinence. I am in early recovery. Before I began my much-needed quest for sobriety, I felt alone—isolated from my peers in their sober world. This world has no drinks; or is maybe where just… Read More
Whenever drinks were offered I accepted. I could never just slowly sip them no matter how hard I tried to pace myself. I drank, blacked out, passed out, and recovered.