So, this is real life. My real life. My beautiful, amazing, fucked up life. No one did it to me. All the good, all the bad… I’ve managed to pull it all off as an adult. There’s so much fighting to survive and so many times face planting. I am a clinically depressed, bipolar alcoholic. There was no trauma in my life. I was the trauma. There is so much to this story. So many years of goodness and love, yet so many moments of pain. For myself and the people I love. I’m a daughter, mother, sister, niece, friend, aunt, coworker, teacher, AA member, church member, and so much more. None of the roles prevented the ways alchohol impacted my life and the people I love.
I need to tell this story. Honestly. In full. I owe it to myself and those I love. I pray you are listening. I pray that it helps you or someone you love.
It’s time to end the shit show.
More tomorrow.
Lovingly,
Laura