One year ago. That was the last time I consumed alcohol. I didn't have a terrible hangover the next day, but I remembered that I probably shouldn't have driven home as "tipsy" as I was, which lead me to remembering all of the many times I could barely remember how I got home. It was… Continue reading The First Year.
Medication is a way of life for me. I take three in the morning, one in the afternoon, and two at night. Don't get me wrong, I take them because they keep me balanced, but it's a constant reminder every time my alarm goes off that I'm stuck with this illness. But that's just the… Continue reading Pharmacies and Falling Back.
I've been absent. I've also been dealing with a depressive episode. The two are not unrelated. I read this awesome blog today celebrating a one year soberversary, and I realized I'm only 75 days behind that person. Like, What? That's decent. Like, hey girl - that's really good! So what did I do? I started… Continue reading 75 Days To Go and Lots of Other Things