My daughter had my son by the hair, her face contorted with rage. I recognized the her pain…because I’d seen it on my own face.
Being sober hasn’t changed the fact that I hate myself. Now I just hate myself sober.
Nothing prepares you to hear the words, “I’m sorry but there isn’t a heartbeat.”
My daughter was quarantined at birth. Then my husband had a stroke. It felt like the world was ending and I really wanted to use.
For at least four months after I made ….