Her Sobering Words

A bio of a woman in recovery shares my story, conquering my alcoholic past. It is a love story, that shares how I fell in love with myself.

A brief history of the woman in recovery.

To fully understand my recovery, you need to understand my alcoholic past. Because the roots of alcoholism are put into place in the beginning, during our childhood and each year as we grow we reenforce them. Water is required for healthy growth, not alcohol.

                The Bio of An Alcoholic
                 Her Drunk Words

There is a girl who I once knew. As a young child, she felt like a grown up with her friend, Shirley Temple. As the years went by, she was warned to stay away from the Red Headed Slut.



In her adult years, at times she would get Salty around her Rim, eventually learning how to Mix-In well with others. She could easily dress up for the occasion, known to be quite Cosmopolitan and other times Pop her open, just to chill.



In the past she would have enjoyed a little Hanky Panky, but as she matured wouldn’t mind getting Extra Dirty. Sometimes she enjoyed a little Sex on the Beach, eventually settling for a Breeze on the Bay.



Call her Old Fashion, she liked the taste of a Buttery Nipple, but it wasn’t really her thing. She ended up falling in love with the Tequila man.



Her dinner companion was her best friend, Kim Crawford, but would drop him just like that when Bailey came around for dessert.



One too many and she would end up with a Mind Eraser. In the end what she found most refreshing was a Tall Drink of Water.



Her friends like to get Bloody with Mary on a Sunday morning, while it was the Blood of the Lamb that saved her. And it wasn’t Mary’s little lamb, if you know what I’m saying?

      Click On Drunk On Words: A bio of an alcoholic to read more.
  

My Childhood

In todays standards, most would say I had an idyllic childhood. I was raised in a two parent home in suburbia. We had just the right amount of dysfunction which created stress in my development, while being able to maintain a semblance of normalcy.

Shame is in the roots of my birth, being born with a cleft-palate, makes me feel defective from the beginning. My father struggled with alcohol and had unresolved childhood scars. Like most children, the parents behavior impacts development and shapes future relationships. Although my parents, remained married 50+ years until my father’s death, their marital problems took root in my development.

My foundation was weak.

My Late Adolescents and Early Adulthood

The insecurities from my childhood took root and the result my character defects started to take shape. Again, what appeared normal to most, I was a young woman who blended into her surroundings. I learned to adapt, but on the inside I was broke.

Alcohol, a drug which most use to cope, I used for a variety of reasons. It offered entertainment, courage, confidence, and solace. But using it to the excess caused destruction in my life. Each poor choice compounds and the result guilt and shame.

At this stage it was me who was to blame, not my parents.

Married with Children

When building a foundation on solid ground it offers the stability it needs to cope with our daily life struggles. I didn’t have the introspection needed to determine that I alone was the source of my problems. Again, my life appeared idyllic. I had everything, a loving husband and two thriving daughters.

My flawed self morphed into something much worse, pride. And it wasn’t the alcohol, but the pride which got me in the end!

Pride stands in the way of my recovery.

A woman in recovery who is recovering from her past.

Recovery is humbling and today I can proudly say, “I love my messy self!”

“For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you.

Romans 12:3 NIV

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