Last dance. Last call. Last chance! Last fall. Last drink. Last day. My kids say last day instead of yesterday, which, as my mom says, actually makes sense since we say last night. From the moment we are shot forth from the warm safe bellies from whence we came, we've had firsts and we've had …
I Will Still Be Here – Detaching with Love with Hope
You can try to punch me in the face with your fists, but I will still be here. You can nail me to the wall with your words, but I will still be here. You can push me away with all your seemingly crazy behavior, but I will still be here. You can cry and …
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I want to be an alcoholic when I grow up
I have this recurring dream. Just one of many that takes me back to my desperation of being in the throes of my addiction. I'm in my parent's basement and in front of the cabinet where they kept their scant liquor bottles. It's bound up by one of those plastic tie locks because their daughter …
Too Sober For This 