I am.

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.