I’m grateful for this website even though I don’t belong here yet. I’m grateful that I can feel like a part of your stories even if I’m holding a drink while reading them.
It is now 4:15 am. I woke up sober. I can’t sleep. I feel guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. I know what’s wrong with me. I am a drunk. Every day I tell myself that tomorrow will be different…. Read More
I did not go to my first 12-step meeting to stop drinking. I did not go because I wanted a better life. I didn’t even go for me. I’m an alcoholic. I was good at drinking. If you… Read More
I was four years old the first time alcohol touched my lips. I know today that the “magical water,” I casually tossed back that day was vodka. I also know now that I liked its effect too much,… Read More
Powerlessness; Merriam-Webster defines it as “.. having no power: unable to do something or to stop something.” That sounds about right, although my personal definition might be more along the lines of “The suckiest thing ever.” I am… Read More