The Nights I Sat on My Kitchen Floor

I used to sit on my kitchen floor in the middle of the night, sobbing. I thought I was just overwhelmed by motherhood - but I didn’t realize how much alcohol was fueling my fear and anxiety. Since quitting, none of my worries have disappeared, but they no longer consume me. This is what I’ve learned about the peace that comes when you stop pouring gasoline on the fire.

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