This isn’t an essay about how “woke” I am — instead, it’s a journey of reclamation and standing in my power, which started with my getting sober.
What can I do for us to have a healthy, better, successful life and future marriage? (Artwork: Tess Emily Rodriguez)
My fiancé has been in inpatient rehab for close to a week. What can I do for us to have a healthy, better, successful life and future marriage?
When I decided to get sober, I simply wanted help to stop drowning myself; I certainly didn’t envision digging up my painful relationship history.
Alcohol was the antidepressant I felt I always wanted. There was no need to step back, breathe, count to ten, or do any other self-soothing techniques.
For several years in my late 20s and early 30s, health anxiety had a stranglehold on my life — and it started from a scary place.
These days, I can’t say I’m never hit with anxiety about an unexpected pain or a weird lump. But when fear creeps in, I stick to some helpful guidelines.
I’ve never been a fan of eating disorder recovery Before-and-After photos. I don’t find it healthy or helpful to compare and appraise the shapes and sizes of bodies.
We saw Hurricane Ike coming for days before it made landfall. It was just two short years post-hurricane Katrina, and all of south Texas and Louisiana were still reeling from her trauma. My husband and I began deliberating if we should stay or go. This is my story of surviving natural disasters.
My life is a constant recollection.
99% of the time, I feel like a complete f*ck-up in grown up’s clothing.
Moving can be a traumatic experience. We often forget how many remnants of the past we hold onto—whether intentionally or accidentally, just because we put a letter away in a drawer and forgot about it.