I loved being a party girl, going out every night and getting wasted. I thought it made my life fun. Sure, there was shame and regret in the morning, but I could wash that away with a few drinks.
When I got pregnant, I thought becoming a mom would keep me sober.
My inner child is there, very real, and her presence is strong. But my love for her is stronger.
Death isn’t always the end of a story. Here’s a story about life afterwards.