Hello, my name is Erin. I am 39, a wife, and a mother. I am 14 weeks sober, so still a newbie.
The most proud accomplishment I have had during this time is being able to continue on without looking back. The craving will always be there but the being able to turn it down and not feeling pressure to start again is truly awesome.
I have been in the hospital 2 times due to my addiction, but I must confess, I don’t count it as a low point. Yes there were tears, yes there was disappointment but more so that I honestly didn’t think that it was as big of a deal as it actually was. I never thought I was going to ever hear the “You maybe have 6 weeks to live.” I thought I knew better, and it turns out I didn’t. So many feelings prior to making the leap to become sober, the most hurtful is admitting that I wasn’t strong enough to do this on my own. Me, the fighter, the worker the “mom” to my group of friends, me the “smart” one,.
I have always tried to be there for everyone, neglecting my needs, but as it so happens by not trying to seek help I neglected everyone around me. I hope that by telling my story it can help someone out there and as cliché as it sounds the strongest thing is admitting you need help. Thank goodness for the people in my life that are genuinely trying to help me and all others around them.
Good luck on all of your journeys!