Complacency doesn’t have the power to destroy our sobriety. We have to let it do that, and if we don’t let it, if we take action as soon as we see it slithering into our minds and lives, we can kick it out right away.
My name is Renee, and I am an alcoholic. A recovering one at this point, but never recovered. Always recovering. How it Started: Sparkly Golden
by Renee W. Although I’ve had a handful of relapses, one will be cemented into my memory forever. Around three and a half years of
by Renee W. My first stretch of sobriety lasted for three years and (almost) four months. 1,231 days, to be exact, and I only know
by Renee W. Christmas time brings loads of cheer and celebrations, or at least it’s supposed to, right? For a recovering alcoholic, the holiday season
by Renee W. While deep in my alcohol addiction, I was about as self-absorbed as I could be. All my thoughts and behaviours revolved around
by Renee W. I knew I desperately needed help, but deep down, I wasn’t ready to give up my addiction. I didn’t know how I
by Ciara O In the world of Psychiatry, Complicated Grief Disorder (also known as CGD) is a condition in which those who have been bereaved,
by Renee W. Labels can be incredibly damaging. They come with all kinds of biases and connotations, whether positive or negative. However, how we label