I wrote this letter, not actually intending to give to my daughter (she’s only four), but as a living promise to myself and to her to be the best mother I can be. You said you were afraid of monsters; that there was one who followed you when you brushed your teeth,Read More →
From the moment I walked into my first recovery meeting, I had a very clear picture of who I was, and an even clearer picture of how (I thought) everyone else saw me. I was different. I was special. Getting and staying clean would obviously be harder for me than everyoneRead More →
In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month, I thought I’d share my very first recovery-themed poem. I wrote this in May of 2000, while I was in treatment. I was approximately one week sober. What Will People Think? Waiting for the right words, not knowing how to speak. Afraid to explain,Read More →
My drinking began the night of my 21st birthday, and didn’t stop until I was 34. I did what I thought all adults did; I drank. I knew I was different though, because once I started I couldn’t stop, and I had to drink daily. When I was 31, IRead More →
I wrote this poem in August of 2000. I was three months sober. Let me know if it means anything to you. ______________________________________________________________________ Emptiness fills the room. I alone sit quietly. Chest tight and eyes welling with tears, I sit quietly alone. As the tears streak my face I feelRead More →
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