Dear Alcohol, You took my life apart, piece-by-piece, and destroyed it. At first I didn’t notice it was you – it couldn’t be, because you were my friend.
Sometimes we need a hand or the reasonable voice of someone who loves and cares for us to direct us back to the road we desperately want to be on but have strayed from.
You already have everything you need to be successful in your recovery. You are showing up and doing the work.
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.
“Nope. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe you’ll matter enough tomorrow.” A friend posted this on Facebook today, regarding something she’s going through — something she’s been going through, and it hit me hard. People commented, poured out love,… Read More