I used to hate this picture so much. I mean I still don’t love it, but it makes proud to remember that I made a change. The girl in that picture is bloated, puffy and feels disgusting. I was trying to sleep until the very last minute and didn’t wake up in time to do anything with my hair. I was trying to convince myself to switch from drinking vodka to wine, you know, for my health. I want to hug her and tell her, hang in there, it gets so much better. And those three guys, are my everything. Continue reading
I am currently 61 days alcohol-free and for the last 58, I have thought about how to tell my story or even if I tell it. I still have only told a couple of friends in person. I have gone back and forth on how many gritty details to share and not to share. Or is it even worth sharing? I don’t know but I am starting before I am ready.
Right now being anonymous seems more painful than being seen for exactly who I am. Continue reading