“Drunk,” “junkie”, “crackhead”, “stoner”, “dope fiend”, “pill popper”, and “coke head”. These words used to easily roll off my tongue when I was using.
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.
He didn’t want to be with an alcoholic—with someone he couldn’t 100% trust to never drink again.
I always had this picture inside my head of how life would be in sobriety; this idyllic vision of having it all together. I was wrong.
I want to make it clear that it is not my intention to bash 12-step programs; I love them. I’ve been an active member of one since the day I got clean. I’m grateful for every suggestion I’ve ever received,… Read More