Category Archives: Recovery

2018

Our official family shot for the holidays.  Normally I use Red Stamp to make a card out of it but that simply isn’t feasible this year.  As with most of my stylish attire, the vest, leggings, and boots come from … Continue reading

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Nobody let me die

Ignorance permeates the user comments of many online news sources.  I expect bullies and cretins to staunchly advocate their positions, frustrating as it may be to the thinking public.  Controversial topics inevitably cause mudslinging at best and malice at worst.  … Continue reading

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99 white chips on the wall

 Thanksgiving Facebook status:  “This is what a clean and sober Sloane looks like.  Today I finished my program at CSU.  I am fully detoxed from alcohol and drugs and can honestly say I have no desire to drink or use.  … Continue reading

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2017

2016 wasn’t a complete disaster.  I experienced gut wrenching pain [death, relapse, difficult life lessons], euphoric joy [recovery, adulting, the perfect job] and learned so much I thought my head would explode.  Even though the vast majority of my news … Continue reading

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Relapse

  I relapsed. Because I went against my better judgment and placed myself in a precarious situation I started drinking the night before work.  Guess who couldn’t be bothered to attend the next day?  No call, no show, nothing.  I … Continue reading

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Joey

My beloved finally came home.  One day.  That’s precisely how long we lasted before beer entered the equation.  Just 24 hours and it was off to the races.  How the hell did it even happen?  This wasn’t the plan– far … Continue reading

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