One of my most valuable possessions is a hammer that once belonged to my maternal grandmother; today I employed it in aid of my newly minted, fragile sober-ish way of being. I've written about Grandma Dora before, most notably here. I have also written about my struggle self-medicating with alcohol.
Here I go again. Nothing to drink since July 3, 2022. The time has come once again to hit the brakes; I need to let go of this coping mechanism for my Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD). Although alcohol does numb my trauma-related symptoms, it's not sustainable. Among other things, I have severe insomnia … Continue reading Deep Dive on CPTSD | The First Time I Drank, I Drank a Bottle
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