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Regardless of whether I'm truly an alcoholic, unconditional love is the answer.

Despite the comfort it seemed to give me for a few hours at a time, alcohol was the worst kind of friend--and a bridge worth burning.

I will never be finished being an addict, but I can be finished letting it define me.

I wasn't prepared for the shame that can come with being true to my recovery.

Alcohol was my abuser, but I fell in love with it anyway.

No disease you have and no mistakes you make will ever make me love you less, but they will destroy you if you let them. Be on your guard.

Booze and pills seemed like the ideal dates until I realized that made me a fool and a liar.