One Year Sober, Three Months Postpartum—and Feeling Everything
It has been two months since I wrote my last blog, and somehow those two months have felt like two days and two years at the same time. The last time I sat down to write, I was celebrating one full year of sobriety. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of choosing clarity, healing, and a life I no longer needed to run away from. Today, I am writing with a three-month-old baby beside me, probably wondering why his mom keeps staring at a screen instead of him. Life looks very different now. It is louder, messier, more exhausting, and more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. There are bottles to wash, diapers to change, appointments to remember, and worries that seem to multiply overnight. There are also gummy smiles, sleepy cuddles, tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and moments that make the whole world stop. Motherhood has stretched me in every possible direction. It has shown me how strong I am, but it has also shown me every tender place I still need to heal. When ...
