A familiar precipice…

I've been here before. Around 2 months sober. 59 days, to be exact. And it's a dangerous place for me. A precipice, if you will. I've walked along this hazardous cliff before. It's unsure footing, inundated with emotions and sensory overload because the fogginess of my alcoholic mind is no longer feeling the physical effects … Continue reading A familiar precipice…

I tried to pray today…

Yesterday's post about me feeling desperate might have come across differently than I intended it. I really meant it to designate me marking a turning point, but I noticed from some of the people who messaged me privately, that it might have come across as me giving up. And, I suppose on some level, I … Continue reading I tried to pray today…