Sober Stories

My name is Pamela. I am a white, educated, 50-year-old widow, mother of 4, and also a grandmother. The reason I am telling you all

My journey often times feels like a long one. As I look back at the past few years of my life, it becomes clear to me that I was much harder on myself than I had to be. It is also very clear that the suffering I experienced was a direct result of my dependence upon drugs and alcohol. Throughout my teen years, drugs and alcohol became a safe haven for me. They brought me to a place of artificial peace, or relief. “If drugs and alcohol had not done so much for me, they could have never done so much to me” I also realized any and all joy I experienced during these times, correlated with my periods of sobriety.

My name is Kathryn. I am 24 years old, and I am a recovering alcoholic.  Today I am recovering, and I am a functioning member