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July 2013: Birthday Blackout

A momentous night pushes her to do the unthinkable—go to AA!

caption: Photo by Thatcher K.

Three years ago today I hit bottom. It was my 30th birthday and for most of the previous year, as I was spiraling downhill, I had told myself (and everyone else) that I was going to quit drinking when I was 30. Little did I know I was in for the fight of my life.

June 25, 2009, started out as a beautiful day. I was on my way home from a wonderful family vacation in Disneyland. My heart was filled with pride and excitement, for it was the day I had planned to quit drinking alcohol, once and for all. The radio was on as we were driving back from the airport, and that’s when I first... Login to read more
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