So yesterday I sat down and wrote out all the horrible things I did while drinking. The things I could remember that is!
I cried, I howled and I breathed through it.
I wrote apologies to my children for being an absent mother and for being aggressively hung over for most of their lives.
Facing it wasnt as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I realise now that yes I did all those things and yes its totally deplorable and awful but that doesn’t define me.
That was a drunk mess who thought she had no other option.
It’s like that quote from Maya Angelou.
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”