Sober doesn’t Suck!is a place for people to share their stories of drinking, addiction and recovery openly and honestly. There is no requirement of sobriety for posting, if you’re concerned about your using I want to hear from you too.
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Thank you to Darlene Steelman for joining us today, your story will help someone who is still suffering. You can find Darlene over at Sober Living – Life At Full Throttle where she shares her sober journey and love of motorcycles among other things.
Hitting bottom was never something I thought was in me. I mean, after all, I was a young, together, attractive woman in 2006. I drank too much, true, but was I really an alcoholic?
When the day came that Bucks County Children and Youth stepped in and told me I had two options: give them my two daughters or they take them away from me I was appalled. Sure, my kids weren’t going to school, but I had a good reason for that. I had a good reason for everything.
I still was in denial about my addiction, my alcoholism.
Of course, I gave them my girls. What else could I do? I had heard horror stories about going through hell trying to get kids back after they had been taken away.
Still, I kept drinking.
Now I had an excuse. I had to give my kids up!
Couldn’t anyone see the pain in all of that?
The truth is, there was no pain. I was a selfish, shallow woman with nothing left. I was living in my ex-bosses basement (who was married) giving him blow jobs for money, pills and booze.
The last day of my horror, I woke up to the television still on, empty coffee cups and cigarette butts everywhere. I walked by the same full length mirror I had passed each day for the last two months.
I took a long hard look in the mirror and actually jumped back at the image that faced me.
I looked like hell wrapped in death.
I dropped to my knees and sobbed as I begged God to help me. God, please help me.
God heard me that day.
May 26, 2006 was my first sober day!
I have had the privilege of living two lives when I really think about it. Nothing has helped me appreciate the heaven I live in these days when I think back to the hell I lived in not long ago.
Thanks for letting me share.