Dead at 17

The most difficult thing I did in addiction treatment was write my own obituary. You see, I was seventeen when I overdosed and almost died and ended up in adolescent inpatient addiction treatment for the second time. My story began like many stories begin – childhood pain and trauma, an endless searching, and the discovery…

Making Time

So I went to a meeting last night, something for my recovery. Of course even though I spend sometimes almost 10 hours a day alone with the twins, I have to feel guilty for leaving them for an hour and fifteen minutes with my husband. This is especially tough when I get home knowing by…

Over Whelmedshire

When I was pregnant with twins, there were few things that I could do from my BT (before twins) life. Running, yoga, eating without getting heart burn and sleeping more than 30 minutes a pop - these were all distant memories. Let's be honest: some days I longed for a moment in my old skin;…

Thankful Thank You

Have you ever said “thanks” thru gritted teeth? Smiling but your jaw is tight and your eyes are squinting. It’s painful but you know you should say it. It’s hard, but you have to. It’s so difficult you almost don’t do it but there is something inside of you that knows deep down there is…