The bio of a woman in recovery.

Her sobering words.

The Bio of an Alcoholic

Drunk On Words

There is a girl who I once knew. As a young child, she felt like a grown up with her friend, Shirley Temple. As the years went by, she was warned to stay away from the Red Headed Slut.

In her adult years, at times she would get Salty around her Rim, eventually learning how to Mix-In well with others. She could easily dress up for the occasion, known to be quite Cosmopolitan and other times Pop her open, just to chill.

In the past she would have enjoyed a little Hanky Panky, but as she matured wouldn’t mind getting Extra Dirty. Sometimes she enjoyed a little Sex on the Beach, eventually settling for a Breeze on the Bay.

Call her Old Fashion, she liked the taste of a Buttery Nipple, but it wasn’t really her thing. She ended up falling in love with the Tequila man.

Her dinner companion was her best friend, Kim Crawford, but would drop him just like that when Bailey came around for dessert.

One too many and she would end up with a Mind Eraser. In the end what she found most refreshing was a Tall Drink of Water.

Her friends like to get Bloody with Mary on a Sunday morning, while it was the Blood of the Lamb that saved her. And it wasn’t Mary’s little lamb, if you know what I’m saying?

A brief history of the woman in recovery.

To fully understand my recovery you need to understand my alcoholic past. Because the roots of alcoholism are put into place in the beginning, during our childhood and each year as we grow, we reenforce them. Water is required for healthy growth not alcohol.

My Childhood

• Shame was rooted into my birth. I was born with a cleft palate making me feel defective from the start.

• My father struggled with alcohol and had unresolved childhood scars.

• My parents marital problems took root in my development.

My Late Adolescents and Early Adulthood

• The insecurities from my childhood took root and the result my character defects took shape.

• I learned how to adapt to get by but my insides were broken.

• Alcohol was introduced for entertainment, courage, confidence, and solace.

• At this stage it was me to blame, not my parents.

Married with Children

• I did not have healthy coping skills.

• I didn’t have the introspection needed to determine that I alone was the source of my problems.

• My flawed self morphed into something much worse, PRIDE.

A woman in recovery who is recovering from her past.

During recovery I found myself in Machu Picchu.

Recovery has taught me not to use alcohol for coping, but to embrace the child crafted by God. I need to explore my past and expose that woman. Now I can accept each defect of character, creating an ideal to work towards.

The result I can be the beautiful woman God has always intended for me to be.

Recovery is humbling and today I can proudly say, “I love my messy self!”

For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you.

Romans 12:3 NIV