Relapse Takes Many Forms

I always thought IF I were to relapse it would resemble a drunken stupor of olden days: I’d fall into a bottle of whiskey, hate myself for it, drink more, do something stupid, start a fight, get bloody, hate myself some more, wake up not knowing where I was and spend the next three days…

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Girls, this poem is one I often come back to, especially when I feel anxious about something I’ve done or fearful about an outcome that I have no control over. I hope you find some comfort in it too. Love Mom xo There are two days in every weekabout which we should not worry,Two days…

Keep It Simple

It’s a simple slogan. I can see it. I can say it. I literally drink from a mug that exclaims it each morning but it is really hard for me to live it. I thrive in chaos. Chaos was my world for 25 years as a drinking alcoholic – the drama, the madness, the confusion…

Gratitude: 4 months sober

I’m grateful to arrive to my first A.A. meeting of the day before sunrise. For the opportunity to dedicate the day to recovery while reconnecting with the city I call home. Multiple meetings, rewarding conversations with my sponsor, time with people I like and respect, meditation in a park and a literal walk across the…