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for her.
I stay sober for the woman who was afraid to die but too scared to live. For the woman who never thought she’d amount to anything more than drunken wasted… More.
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9.2.22
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still here
and still sober. I don’t have much else to say right now, but I’ll be back when I’m feeling a little more eloquent. More.
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Food stamps
That’s what I’m grateful for today. My EBT card. I’m fresh out of rehab, been focusing on my recovery, and as a result am pretty broke at the moment. I… More.
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revelations.
I take myself too damn seriously. I need to lighten up. More.
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reflections.
There was something unnerving about the way I reveled in my pain. Alcohol allowed me to reside there permanently. More.
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2:27am, August 15th, 1989
A cute lil baby (me) entered this world & was immediately rushed into surgery. Over the next couple years I would have several more surgeries, bouncing back from each one… More.
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52 days
Since my last drink. Since I started my recovery journey. Since I began finding myself. More.
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6:44am
and I’m crying my poor little heart out because I want a drink or 12 with an intensity I haven’t felt in some time. Crying because I want to throw… More.
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waxing poetic on LinkedIn
Sometimes, when I’ve grown tired of my eleven hundred Facebook groups + subreddits, I like to mosey on over to LinkedIn, where the professionals always have something motivational (+ sometimes… More.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable 