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.
For my entire adult life, I had been making decisions based on what I thought other people wanted me to do or what would make other people happy.
This is by far the hardest time in my four and a half years of recovery. I haven’t thought about drugs much, but man…that devil drink.
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
Thinking of addiction with an all-or-nothing mentality does nothing but feed into “Us vs. Them” and the stigma associated with addiction.