When I first started blogging about this recovery experience, I only wanted to read about folks who were newly minted in their sobriety. Somehow, years of recovery seemed unreachable and unreal. I couldn’t foresee hitting ONE month, much less ten or twelve or more! And yet, here I am at one day past ten months. … Read More 10 months!
I have tons to say: the blog posts in my mind are piling up. But for now I’ll leave you all with this text I sent my grown daughters today: Motherhood: Me: stop sewing to go to restroom upstairs Restroom is occupied Think of chocolate in fridge, stop for a piece. Little… Read More Just a Quickie
Hello, everyone! Life has been keeping me super busy–and my computer has joined the ranks of the undead: it is at “grab a good novel and wait for page to load” stage. I’m sure you all know what that is like. And honestly, I’m too damn old to find typing anything of substance on a… Read More Day 270
How in the world did 7 months go by so fast? Seven months since those pacing, fretting, panicking, sweaty days of not being able to stop. Seven months since 10 days of relapse led me to that DUI, which led me to classes and people who taught me what I needed to learn about myself.… Read More 7 months!
Hey, everyone. Thanks for all the kind words and inquiries about how things are going. I’ve been super busy and…well, just busy. I will hit 6 months in just a few days. I feel great, aside from some incipient migraines that don’t ever seem to really go away these days. I’m loving life right now,… Read More Putting it all together
Thank you to everyone who has left me notes and emails asking if I’m ok. I’m hanging in there. Some days right now are just very, very hard. Not hard in the, “I want a vodka and lemonade, NOW,” sense…but emotionally draining. I feel defeated and broken because of the harm caused by my addiction.… Read More Changing Seasons
I am having a hard time right now. Just this minute, just this hour. My 13yo son is very, very angry at me. He’s also angry at his dad, but mostly at me. Thirteen is already such a transitioning, trying time. Throw in a mom in recovery… and it’s hard. I can’t make him not… Read More Pain