For the first two years of my son’s life, I was an alcoholic who didn’t drink, but still allowed the disease to run my life. It was a scary time. I never hurt my son physically, but I probably scared him a few times with my anger. Sometimes I justRead More →
Changing my inner monologue was perhaps the hardest thing I had to do in recovery.Read More →
I had a moment the other day at work that sent me reeling into a resentment spiral. As I was pondering my friends pallett for her hallway on my break, and my gay boyfriend’s excitement about painting, my thoughts wandered to another friend who is moving shortly. She is spendingRead More →
I was rummaging through some old papers and found a journal I wrote in during my first year of sobriety. What a gift it was to find! This entry was from September. I was four months sober. “One day at a time” * “Easy does it” * “Keep it simple” * “Don’t leaveRead More →
Once I was deep in the self-work, a curious thing happened. This former workaholic lost all interest in working outside the home.Read More →