A Terrifying Halloween at the Bottom of a Whiskey Bottle
Welcome to my rock bottom. Halloween, 2013. A rock bottom that had lasted a year—a turning point in my life.Read More →
Welcome to my rock bottom. Halloween, 2013. A rock bottom that had lasted a year—a turning point in my life.Read More →
I was 37 years old when I gave birth to my youngest son. Unhappy and feeling trapped in an emotionally damaging relationship I had been in for only a year, I struggled to juggle the demands of having a newborn into my already hectic life and problems. I’d stopped drinkingRead More →
By choosing food over the things that really mattered, such as family and health, I was playing with fire, and I knew it. Read More →
A voice that sounded like mine whispered that today a drink would feel amazing. A drink would make me feel whole and perfect. I would be able to breathe deeply and fit “right” inside of my skin. My problems would evaporate, seeming weightless and unimportant. Life would feel wonderful.Read More →
Being sober hasn’t changed the fact that I hate myself. Now I just hate myself sober.Read More →
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