I am a mom.
I wonder why alcohol is my thing.
I hear it's normal.
I see it's a problem.
I want it gone.
I am hurting.
I pretend to be fine.
I feel quite alone.
I touch the bottle and crave the escape.
I worry about this hunger.
I cry for help.
I am ready.
I understand there's no turning back.
I say, "I'm done."
I dream and savor this new life I've built.
I try to forget the past, but am thankful for the lessons.
I hope this clarity never dwindles.
I am sober and free.