Updated on April 3, 2019 by
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’m a person with a chronic, critical illness that lands me in the healthcare settings more than the average person, and I have let people speak down to and shame me, rather than advocate for myself.
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.
Thinking of addiction with an all-or-nothing mentality does nothing but feed into “Us vs. Them” and the stigma associated with addiction.
I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.