I was just sitting here, reflecting on all of the things I am thankful for today and I thought I would take the opportunity to share a few things about my life. I try to reflect on the things I am most grateful for on a daily basis. Some days are more difficult than others, and I find myself forcing my…… Continue reading Attitude of Gratitude
Growing up, society taught me that I should not disclose that I am an alcoholic or an addict; that my addiction is something I should be ashamed of. I heard this message every time someone described someone’s behavior to be that of a “crackhead,” every time someone talked about what a “drunk” someone was or…… Continue reading Breaking the Stigma
Reflecting on what life was like in active addiction, and thanking God I don’t live there anymore. 6:45am… She wakes in the morning, and immediately feels the pain of her head against the pillow. She feels embarrassed, but she doesn’t know why. This is not unusual. She often feels ashamed before she even remembers what happened the…… Continue reading The Lies She Wanted to Hear
People have told me I am brave for sharing my story publicly. Women have reached out to me, men too, and praised me for my strength and confidence. They tell me I am courageous. And every time I hear and/or read these words, I can feel the heat rising to my face, and my cheeks…… Continue reading We Can Do Better!
Mommy Guilt! Ugggh! I could probably write an entire book on this topic alone. Let me just start by saying, mommy guilt is the worst! There’s hardly anything that compares to the amount of pressure mothers put on themselves every single day. Most moms will admit to having experienced some form of guilt at one…… Continue reading Mommy Guilt
I have met so many women, with so much potential and so much talent, who struggle with addiction in a way most people in society will never understand. When these women are healthy, they are beautiful and charming and so incredibly intelligent. When they are in the grip of their addiction, they are disheveled, manipulative and some of the most…… Continue reading I Wanted to Save a Life – So I Started With My Own
I used to spend my Friday nights at parties and nightclubs. I would spend hours getting all dressed up, putting my makeup on and curling my hair. I craved the excitement of finally letting loose (i.e. drinking WAY too much) just as much as I craved attention, because I thought attention meant popularity, beauty meant power and the attraction of…… Continue reading Dear Vanessa