Category: My Story
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I had prayed before. In fact, I had probably prayed hundreds of times before I got sober. Most of those prayers came after I had…
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For years, I always had an explanation. No matter what was happening in my life, I could usually come up with a reason why my…
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Every morning I swore I wouldn’t drink. By the time I was twenty years old, that had become part of my daily routine. I’d wake…
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For years, alcohol did exactly what I wanted it to do. It quieted the noise in my head. It made me feel comfortable in my…
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The most dangerous alcoholic I ever became wasn’t the drunkest version of me. It wasn’t the version drinking the most alcohol. It wasn’t the version…
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When I was nineteen years old, I thought rehab was going to solve my drinking problem. At that point, my life was already coming apart.
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For years, I didn’t think I fit the description of an alcoholic. Part of that was because of what I thought an alcoholic was supposed…
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I don’t remember my first drink. I remember my first drunk. I know I had a few sips of beer before then. My dad would…