As of November 23rd, 2021 I am two years sober. I couldn’t bring myself to post about it last week because it was unsurprisingly...

Recently a friend of mine asked if I actually believed that alcohol would have killed me if I hadn’t stopped drinking...

Here’s the thing, feeling sorry for me takes away from everything I have overcome. Once upon a time I felt sorry for myself too.

No matter what you are going through in life, remember this: You are not alone.

I spent the majority of my life making decisions based on how I thought other people would judge me.

Or I can say "That was a season that I walked in, and I choose to not to let that hold me back. I choose freedom and happiness.

Attending Alcoholics Anonymous was one of the best decisions that I have ever made. That being said, I also think it held me back.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again - please stop using motherhood as an excuse to drink.

I recently saw someone post the question: How do you distract yourself when you have a craving for alcohol?

I woke up every single day nauseous trying to remember what I had done the night before...

I could say that it was likely to happen because it runs in my family...

When I first gave up drinking, I didn’t share with anyone. I was terrified that I was going to lose friends...

It was when I found myself questioning whether or not I had a problem that I knew I had a problem.

No matter how many times I may have wished for it, I can’t take back anything that I’ve done. I have some really peachy memories...

How many fears did I have getting sober? SO MANY, and I was worried about turning into a bad mom if I gave it up

You committed to running the miles. So you have to run the miles.

So, this Friday I won't be worrying about whether or not there is enough alcohol or how much I can drink without someone noticing...

No, these weren’t all alcohol induced blackouts. I would forget things that happened during the day when I wasn't drinking too.

Before I quit drinking, I was on antidepressants for over a year. I didn't know how to cope, and the cycle continued.

What a tough question. It's hard to say...