Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
We with the tender hearts. It hurts to watch. To listen. To read. It hurts my tender heart to feel the hate and the fear in the words behind the snarled teeth and the overbearing gestures. The shots fired and received. The venom and the sharing of it wide and far. My heart was not …
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I say I'm in recovery when really I'm in discovery. I never had any of the things I claim to have recovered. Only in sobriety did I find all the things alcohol promised me. October 4th, 2001 is the day I was granted some grace and I chose to receive it. All I've discovered has …
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ALL I DO IS CRY. I'm really really good at crying. I cry like it's my freaking job. We had preschool orientation last night. Because my husband was there, I held it together as we entered the room after weeks of prepping our kids for "school". While my girl has been really excited about making …
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Too Sober For This 