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Rewrite Our Story
This morning I overslept and didn’t get out of bed until 8am, but it felt good. The day felt more like Sunday than Monday, but I knew in my soul what day it was. November 10, 1998 is the day I stopped drinking and started going to AA. The sobriety birthday comes quietly compared to…
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Lost in the Crowd
One of my co-workers is taking these first two weeks of June off from our FLA community and I agreed to help with some of her duties, but there’s one area that makes me extremely uncomfortable to be in. It’s a section where members can ask for coaching support, which is her expertise, but even…
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The Sober Me
The chair was hard, thick plastic with metal legs and reminded me of the chairs from Sunday School, but it felt sturdier than me. My waist was expanding from my newfound pregnancy making clothes from a few months ago uncomfortable, so my clothing was loose. The room was filled with smoke and mainly men, but…
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One More Day
On Saturday mornings I sit in the most magical women’s meeting via Zoom. This group of women gather from all over the world, and each are in their own stage of sobriety, but we all have one commonality. To stay sober one more day. I’ve learned to have pen and paper nearby during these meetings.…
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