My world revolved around the two most important people in my life, my daughters, for ten exhilarating years. Momming.
Before getting too close to the slippery slope we were our little family of four with not much but just enough. Happy.
Healing takes time, but some breaks are irreparable forever skewing perspective and rearranging importance, prompting unimaginably dire unintended consequences. Damned.
My whole world, everything I knew, is nevermore and addiction tyrannizes my existence constantly. Rock-bottom.
Welcome to my fight for my self, chronicling the progress of my sobriety and recounting the left turns that guided my fall from grace. Beginning.
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