When we grew up the old riddle went like this:
Stickes and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
How could they be so wrong?
Stickes and stones may break my bones, yes, but words can kill me.
Think before you react or speak. Scares from physical abuse fade on our skin and in our minds but words we chose to speak or have been subjected to can destroy us for as long as we live.
This is, Being Me Sober
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I'm finally sober! My life up until I really got sober was in one word, chaotic! I didn't know what stability was. To top off my mess of a childhood, I went straight into a marriage with more abuse and alcoholism. But, what I have today is who I am, who I've become, I am with an amazing (new) husband, we have 4 kids and our fur-baby.
It has not been an easy road but I can say it was worth every fight and tear it took to get me here.
Sharing my journey with you and my past is not to display it all over the place but to help someone relate to what has happened and where my mind has been while I was drinking and where it is today. Its to give insight to those suffering that if you just keep fighting you can really have the best life you were meant to have.
Let's do this!
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