Back in my drinking days, I was quite saucy. Some would say I was a raging bitch. Now I’m sober, and I still get angry. I’m okay with that.
This inner voice is our guardian angel, our one true, ever devoted, unconditionally loving friend. So why do we ignore it so much?
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.
Death isn’t always the end of a story. Here’s a story about life afterwards.