This is my story. I am 40 years old and two years sober. I quit drinking and I found a freedom that I could have never know in a glass or bottle. People ask me if I’m an alcoholic, and I understand the desire to label. But my response to them and my answer to you is: IT DOESN’T MATTER. Call it what you want. When you realize something doesn’t serve you, you need to put it down. Remove the rock in your shoe. And if the label is what is keeping you from quitting? You are asking yourself the wrong question.
Being a sober mom in the middle of a wine mom culture is isolating
My first piece for the Washington Post is up!