The universe works in mysterious ways. I have been having a creativity block or something. However, poetry has always come easier to me, so that is what I will do for the next two blog posts – poetry.
As the holiday season continues to bear down upon me (and all who struggle this time of year), I am very thankful for my hubs, keeping me steady on my wobbly days.
I wasn’t exactly expecting celebratory streamers…okay, maybe I was. I was about to embark on an arduous task. Where were my cheerleaders?
Recovering from alcoholism can be lonely, and there were times when I needed that. I needed to be alone to work through everything that was going on within myself.
I hid my alcoholism for so long because I was high-functioning. People don’t want to spend time with alcoholics or their perception of alcoholics, but if you are high-functioning, you are the life of the party.
This is my story of being a recovering alcoholic. I am three years sober; this was not my first time trying to be sober. However, this is the time that it stuck.