To answer this question in the simplest way possible, I would say I got here by my own refusal to address trauma that I had endured in my life and by my unwillingness to admit I had an actual problem. This is not going to be a story of little mistakes adding up over time, of slaps on the wrist for over indulging, or having a “come to Jesus” moment before I got to such a low point in my life that I didn’t think there was a way out of it all. This story, my story, is going to be one of truth. Every funny, embarrassing, shameful, and at times, horrific detail will be shared. My reason behind all of this is to hopefully help someone else who is struggling with addiction, of any kind. Being born and raised in the south, as many of you know, drinking is a big part of our culture. To celebrate we drink, to mourn we drink, and for so many other reasons, we drink. When I go out now, I always get the question of “why aren’t you drinking?” or the comment “you’re not an alcoholic, you just have to learn to pace yourself ” (oh how I wish that were true). I’m trying to navigate this new life at 30 years old, being single, and being sober. I want to share my highs, my lows, my tips, my tricks, my regrets, my mistakes, my successes, and my progress on this new road in my life.

NEVER hesitate to reach out if you need someone to talk to or have any questions about this sober way of living. I am by no means a professional on this topic, I am still learning a lot myself, but I am always here for you and your anonymity will be respected. email: info@southernandsober.com