Recovery from Alcoholism & Healing ~ A Reader’s Story

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I recently received the following article from one of my readers, Samantha.  I’m honored to share his words, hoping someone will find comfort and hope in them.

If you’d like to tell your story, your feelings about your own addiction or that of someone else in your life please head over to the Sober doesn’t Suck! page. Addiction affects the people around us, I’m interested in sharing all sides.


It was a cold January night.  I was surrounded by ten-year old girls, alone as my husband was out of town.  We had pedicure sets, lotions, scrubs, face masks, loofah, you name it for our pristine spa party.

This was just a few months after yet another crushing, defeating relapse.  Our friends were supposed to take the wine home with them after the party. My new rule was no alcohol in the house.  Well that rule failed and a few hours later I was knee-deep in Christmas Cards, quite sloppy drunk,

So this night at the slumber party I see Julie’s amazing blog,  And she is asking for recovery stories.  Boy do I have them.  I have relapse and recovery and relapse and maybe a smidge more relapse stories to share.  The girls were getting ready in their sleeping bags. They were beginning to settle.  I took out the laptop and put my feelings to keyboard and began to type my story.  That was the first in a long time writing my feeling truly gave me freedom.  And Julie being so kind did post my post, Pickled by Alcohol.  I read it often.  I read it now.  It reminds me what life was like.

Drinking Away the Pain

Everything I went through during that time before my alcoholism just rose like a lost balloon and the state fair, seemed futile and sad.  While pregnant with my first child my mother passed away from a terrible cancer.  I gave birth to Isabelle and a few months found out I was pregnant with Madeline.  And then, feeling isolated and unloved in my marriage I looked outside for comfort.  I also looked to my “friend” Schminoff more and more for comfort and spent less time with any other friends.  That loss of my mother was a deep, profound loss and alcohol suppressed my daemons, or so I thought.

Eagerly I drank away the pain of mom’s death, a failed marriage, financial ruin and, of course, reputation ruin.  It didn’t matter as long as I had my “friend.”


I finally again found myself almost two years sober. During that time I had the pleasure of working out a good bit of those isms that drive me to drink.   The seven shots I took because it wasn’t fair that your older mother was still alive numbed my pain.  The five shots seeing you with your perfect family celebrating Mother’s Day helped me get through that lunch.  I probably added a few more shots for poor me without my mom and my brand new babes.

Recovery from Alcoholism & Healing

I finally again found myself almost two years sober.  And that is when I really had to pound the pavement to fix all of this “stuff.”  Those elements that haunted me, the ones I suppressed with vodka, well they came right back with full force once I put down the bottle handle on it.  I worked and worked and worked that summer in AA, with my sponsor, read, journalled and worked with my therapist.  Finally, I was somewhat more stable and healthy.  The desires to drink began to slowly evaporate.

I still missed my mom.  I still cried.  Sometimes I hated God.  The summer I found my real recovery I met a man on a set up date that wasn’t a set up date.  He is in recovery too.  And that is something I was adamant would not happy.  I would not date someone as crazy as me.

But now we are crazy in love.  I keep working of fixing those thing that drove me to drink.  I follow the steps.  I do the next right thing.  I pray for you.  I pray for that unkind fellow who barked at me at the gas station.  Each day, the only new day I get is my reprieve.

On Mother’s Day I grieve.  I’ve lost the bitter jealous feeling.  I appreciate the moms old and young. And recently, sadly, to myself I thought, if not for my mom’s passing I would never have the great life  have now.  If my alcoholism presented itself who knows what would have happened.  I probably would not have divorced. I would have never been a fabulous, full-blown, hurting drunk who found the man of her dreams, the man she initially swore off even dating.

Mother’s Day slowly, year after year, gives me more peace.  Yes I cry a few times.  Mom’s birthday is just a few days before Mother’s Day so I get a couple good cries in.  But I rejoice for my sobriety.  I rejoice I had the chance to heal.  I have my girls and my boys and I can show them how to do the next right think.  And I have my rock of recovery, my dear sweet husband.  In my heart I believe my mom guided this man to me.  I believe she guided me through the pain of the heeling so I could once again be of service to others.

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7 Responses

  1. Thanks for sharing that. I am not a recovering alcoholic as that is a term that doesn’t resonate with me; I am alcohol dependent and choose to no longer have that in my life and have been sober 10 years this July. However, semantics aside, Samantha’s story is one that is so common – that cycle of sobriety, relapse, remorse etc., etc. and is heart wrenching to read because i relate to so much she says. I love that she finishes with ‘rejoice’ because that is what I do every day, in the knowledge that the past is just that, and the future presents so many possibilities.

    I too am in Southern Ontario, Julie and have just found your blog via a post you tweeted about cottage rental (which is my niche). Thank you for sharing your story – sometimes I feel alone carrying this ‘secret’. Only a few people know why I always ask for Club Soda, and even those who knew the extent of my dependency, didn’t appreciate the agonies of 3 years of moving on and putting it behind me.

  2. Thank you for sharing your story. It is frightening how quickly the disease can move in and take over. I’m so glad you were able to turn it around and have a beautiful sober life.

  3. Julie,

    Thank you so much for sharing Samantha’s story of recovery, as a recovering alcoholic myself, I definitely relate to everything she had to share. As someone who has relapsed a couple times yet was finally able to fight my addiction and stay sober, this story has plenty of advice that I will be able to pass onto all my friends.

    When Samantha says that “I rejoice for my sobriety. I rejoice I had the chance to heal. I have my girls and my boys and I can show them how to do the next right think,” it reminds me of how thankful I am to be where I am at now, and how much Awakenings for Women helped me to get to the point of sobriety that I am at today. Keep sharing posts like this, it gives everyone out there who is struggling with sobriety the hope that it does in fact get better.

    Needless to say, I will definitely be back to read more posts.


  4. First of all, thanks for sharing your story. I’m glad you were able to recover from this. I can understand how much strength you might have to put into yourself in order to get rid of this habit. Kudos, Way to go.

  5. A friend passed this along to me – such a great share! I continue to be in awe of the bravery that women have in fighting for their lives, and their family’s lives. I have been in recovery for some time now, eventually completely changing my career to reflect my new (and more accurate) core beliefs and values. Like you my rock is my husband – and I say this because he stood by me and gently held the space for me to crumble several times during the first 8 or so years of my sobriety. I didn’t really, truly, in-my-bones get it until I was just over 8 years sober. It was like having another bottom, much more painful not having alcohol to pad the edges! I needed to get real, and “feel” humble rather than just act like it. Today I lead a team of extraordinary women who support other women through their healing journey, and thereby change the future course of their lineage. Women have a different kind of power.

  6. Hi SoberJulie, congratulations on your accomplishment. I must say you are among those very brave people who started their battle with alcoholism.
    Best of luck for your future buddy..

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