After I finished court-ordered recovery, my family asked me to move in with my grandma, to help take care of her as her dementia progressed.
I can’t remember exactly when I started feeling like I wasn’t enough. From an early age, I felt “different” from my friends, and afraid they would notice. I did things I didn’t want to do to “fit in,”… Read More
As part of my recovery process, I was asked to look up the word “recover.” I had used this word many times in my life, but its meaning in the dictionary was an eye opener. “To return to… Read More
The last six years have been quite a ride. Up until then, I was a very controlled drinker, and might have called myself a “normie.” I would only have one or two drinks on weekends, and maybe get… Read More