Finding Faith
After almost 40 years of practicing religion, I found my faith in the most unexpected of places.
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Shame can pop up anywhere--like when you have the luxury of possibly saving your own life.
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Recent Reflections
“I always get to where I’m going by walking away from where I have been.”
― Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne
My Name is Melanie
...and I'm an alcoholic. And an addict. And a mom and a wife and an attorney and a friend and a daughter and a sister and a dog-lover and a frog-hater.
Thirty seconds inside my home and you would feel like you know me. Tween rugrat running around shooting baskets into every container he can find. Three furry hot messes leaving their piles of dog hair on the floor and furniture. Inspirational wall art, college degrees, family photos...they all tell the story of a woman who has her shit together.
But a drunk? A pill-popper? I doubt you'd guess. I've never lost a job (or even been late because of a hangover). You won't find me passed out in an alley. No track marks or rotting teeth. I've never stashed pints of vodka in my purse or come back from lunch wearing the scent of a dirty martini. And outside these walls, I usually have a big ol' smile plastered across my face.
Talking to my friends wouldn't help you figure it out, either. They would tell you I'm a devoted mom. An overachiever. A damn good lawyer. And they would be right--I'm all of those things...despite being an alcoholic and an addict.
The most important thing I am, though, is sober.
Nice to meet you.
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