I jumped from job to job and relationship to relationship. 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 was around 21, I met the man that is now my husband. We were, “the party couple,” until my birth control failed and I found myself pregnant. Our parents convinced us getting marriage was the right thing to do, so we did.
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When I first started attending a 12-step program, I remember people saying that in order to stay sober, I had to change the person I brought in. I was told the way to do that was taking the… Read More
I suffered periods of opioid addiction for eight years. In the end, there were more bad times than good ones. At first I could stop cold turkey and reel myself in, but the last time I tried to… Read More