February 2013: Color Me Drunk
A “buzzed” mom thought she was fooling everyone—until she got the picture
When my two daughters were young, I was just beginning my foray into the insidious and dark world of drinking. I would drink a glass of wine here and there throughout the day. Of course, this would hurt no one. But as the days went on and the weeks turned into months, I became inclined to fill my glass more often than not. This is a sad confession for me and one I regret more than I can convey in a brief story. I realize now how much time I wasted on my need to self-medicate, how selfish I had become, and how alcohol would eventually prove itself to be a baffling, cunning and formidable...
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