I had a huge impulse almost exactly a year ago to start a journal. I really missed writing and wanted to get back into it in the hopes that it would restore some sanity in my life.

Ah, the irony.

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The Beauty of Rock Bottom

Rock BottomSo there I was.

A 41-year-old mother of two, standing in my bedroom moments after an intervention with less than 30 minutes to pack my bags for 6 weeks of rehab. I hadn’t even told my kids goodbye.

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Good morning, Sunshine

I’m fighting a nasty cold and feeling like total poo today. But I made myself get out of bed this morning long enough to be Mommy. And as I’m helping the kids get their breakfast and packing lunches and giving Mark his clean undershirt out of the dryer and wishing I was back under the covers, I looked out the kitchen window and saw this. I might have missed this gorgeous sunrise in my backyard if I’d stayed in the bed like I wanted to. Thank you, God, for reminding me that no matter how awful I feel, or how tough some days might seem, I’ve got it so.damn.good. #godwink #sobermommy #recoveryrocks #atleastimnothungover