Heather

Hell. It was hell. My body physically demanded alcohol to function. The shakes, the bile, the hopelessness upon my shoulders.

I went to rehab.

I relapsed.

I sent myself back to rehab.

I am blessed. Bad things will happen. I pray. I pray first that no matter how bad, do not take a drink. I pray with thanks for my blessings. I pray thanks for having my boys home together with their loves and I was sober. I pray that I follow the path. I pray not to settle, because I am pretty great. I pray thankful because when traumatic experiences happen, you carry on. You don’t give up. You don’t let the negativity take over. Not everyday is rainbows and butterflies, so when good things happen, you appreciate them more