A year ago I was between jobs.
I was interviewing at a few companies.
I was rising as the top candidate for a few positions.
The openings were for jobs that I was qualified for and that I had done before.
I was good enough at these jobs.
I visualized myself making a decision about these positions and my heart sunk.
I had a year of sobriety under my belt.
I made huge gains in my personal development.
The result of my efforts, was that I no longer fit into the corporate puzzle.
I couldn’t see myself going back to these jobs that, were never meant for me.
I wanted to do something that made my heart sing.
I wanted to go back to my social work roots.
I wanted to inspire and help others.
I wanted to share stories, connect, and create.
I wanted to work with people that share a passion for mental health.
I took a leap of faith.
I let go of a paycheck.
I decided to have relentless belief in myself.
Something I had never...
Sobriety is a lifestyle and it’s the one I’ve always wanted.
Rosé all day is a lifestyle too and it made me miserable.
As a drinker, I loved any occasion to make my drinking feel normal.
I loved when other people drank with me.
I loved when other people started the drinking, so it didn’t have to be me.
I loved weekends, holidays, events and occasions where I could start drinking earlier in the day.
I drank fast and furious.
I always wanted more.
It didn’t hit fast enough and then it hit all at once.
I drank alone like this too, but it felt better when there were others doing it with me.
I could not hang, so I often passed out hours before the party ended.
The drinking lifestyle started out with all the best intentions.
Wine at playdates.
Day drinking by the pool on a holiday weekend.
A crisp glass of white in the sun chatting on the phone before the kids came home.
The drinking lifestyle ended with...