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 …
Hoping for Just One More Day Sober
Well here we are. 12 years sober today and sometimes feeling exactly as unsure and scared as I did That First Year. I'm going to pause here and STRONGLY recommend reading that last link right there. It tells the story of what happened when I first got sober that so many of you ask me …
