Missing…. That one word has so much depth, and brings back so many memories. I could talk about this word endlessly as it relates to my active addiction. I could talk about the times I missed my daughter, the times I missed family events, voluntarily at first and later because I was no longer invited.…… Continue reading Missing
Tag: Sobriety
Living Sober
Where do I even begin? I loved alcohol. I mean, I LOVED it! I loved everything about it. I loved how it gave me confidence; that it made me feel pretty. I loved the apathy that accompanied it. I loved that I was skinnier because I was never hungry. I loved that it was accessible, acceptable even!…… Continue reading Living Sober
Gratitude & Heartbreak
My husband and I have been going through a lot financially lately. It seems every time we save up some money, a car breaks down or the pipes burst in our house. Lately, I’ve been so stressed out about these events that my addict brain started to believe that the universe was conspiring against us.…… Continue reading Gratitude & Heartbreak
Your Imperfections are Perfection
Last week, my daughter came to me with tears in her eyes and told me that when she looked in the mirror she thought she looked ugly. She doesn’t like the dimples in her smile, she’s not a fan of her “butt-chin,” and she was afraid that she would never fit in because of “her face.”…… Continue reading Your Imperfections are Perfection
#MeToo
The #MeToo movement has caused some serious self-reflection in my life. Although I am not ready to write about the actual assault in detail, I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath. I think… First, there are the flashbacks… I am 19 years old and I have just woken up with a stranger on top…… Continue reading #MeToo
A Mother’s Love
I haven’t written in a few weeks. Life has been busy and full of the gifts of recovery. I am grateful, and I truly feel blessed. My daughter wants to be in theater. She is almost 8 years old, and she loves to sing and dance and put on plays with her friends. I brought…… Continue reading A Mother’s Love
Carrying the Message
I met a woman once, when I was volunteering in a women’s prison, who had spent the last 15 years of her life as a prostitute in active addiction. She didn’t want to be at my meeting. She was one of the ladies who was required to be there. I could see it on…… Continue reading Carrying the Message
