Stroking Your Scars

We all have scars. I have a small line at the bottom of my stomach from a last minute C-Section that birthed two beautiful babies a year ago.  I stroke that perfect scar often and reflect.  I relish this scar.  I remember exactly where I was and vaguely remember what happened.  I remember the pain …

Reaching for Help

HELP ME. Two of the hardest words we ever have to say to anyone and yet so desperately need to say.  It rips at your soul and it tears at your pride. I can't do this alone.  I can't do this sobriety thing by myself.  When I was at my darkest, I reached out and …