Big Wooden Door

Big Wooden Door

This is me six months ago. I’m the one on the left. Or maybe the right. No, definitely me in the middle.  This picture looks like what drinking felt like to me. Like I had my head stuck in the middle of a big wooden door. It was heavy, and uncomfortable. My...
Predicting the Future

Predicting the Future

I woke up way too early trying to finagle the future again. I wish there were some way to figure out the answer right now. To know the very best choice. To maybe have someone who tells me what to do and then they are always right and I live in bliss for eternity. But...
The New Job Feeling

The New Job Feeling

You know how, when you start a new job, you just don’t feel quite right? You don’t know where the bathroom is, or who to ask for help. You just don’t know how things work around here. And then, after a few months you start to feel more...
A Letter to My “Sponsor”

A Letter to My “Sponsor”

Sober car coming through! Dear Belle, I lurked on sober blogs for two days before I screwed up the courage to send an email to you- then a stranger (!) and you actually emailed me back. And when you said you’d like to keep hearing from me I believed you and so I...