I have a complicated relationship with pills. I love that I have emotional stability. I hate that I can’t just pull myself up by the bootstraps and carry on.
You already have everything you need to be successful in your recovery. You are showing up and doing the work.
There is a part of me—even after seventeen years of sobriety—that whispers ever-so-seductively every summer that it might be acceptable to start drinking again.
Upon entering recovery, it was suggested that I lean on other women for hope and guidance. I remember thinking that there was no way I could ever trust women. I thought hated women.