There’s a phrase thrown about—this idea that “my kids will keep me sober”—like my children will fill the hole I tried to fill with whiskey.
The healthier I get, the more I can convince myself that I am of such sound mind now that I can go ahead and drink. But my husband keeps me accountable.
I am an alcoholic. I didn’t have a problem with drugs. I didn’t do them. I drank and that was enough to get me to my bottom. Until I saw a bag of pot.
I have taken the time to reflect on the habits that weigh me down. These are six ways I hope to finally let them go.
For me, anything can be a trigger, yet the holidays can almost always guarantee thoughts intruding my mind.