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55 DAYS SOBER
Hello everyone :) My name is Kim, or as most people know me Kimmiekins. I am 34 years old, and I wanted to share with you my journey of going sober, and how its helped my anxiety and overall mental health. My hope is that by writing this I can help someone, and let them know that they are not alone.
By Kimmiekins45 years ago in Confessions
The Un-Slippery Slope
Okay, before I tell this story you have to promise two things; 1. DON'T JUDGE ME! and 2. You won't hold me responsible if you pee your pants from laughing hysterically in disbelief. We good? Alright, cool beans. Just so we're clear, I regret NOTHING about this day. It was a learning experience and it made for a tear jerking, hysterical story to retell in my adult life.
By Tink5 years ago in Confessions
Addicts Hurt Themselves and Others 5
Story 22 I have never been around anyone with any sort of drug or alcohol problem. Well, up until this past year. And as I suspected what I am witnessing with my person, is not unique or unusual. I have realized that I have walked into a world of complete and utter chaos. The helI I have been through this past year is never going to end. It is only going to get worse, and deeper in depth. There is a song by Jelly Roll called save me. And it reminds me of my person on so many levels. You guys should listen to it. If you don't already know it. I have always known that I have to get away from this person, and all the posts I see here confirms that. I am going to save myself, because I can, I don't have to stay with a person that has this disease, no matter how wonderful he is to me, both drunk and sober. He is a liability, to himself and to me... And I can not watch someone I love destroy themselves.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Are You Talking To Me?
These girls use to come more often. During the last few months of working there, I noticed they came less frequently. I always wondered why. One of them, a glamorous and classy high maintenance type—you know, with the Chanel bag, gel manicure, and hair always done perfectly—came more often than the other. She was a regular. They both were but Ms. Chanel, who styled her silky light brown hair in cohesive waves, was more of a regular than the other.
By Elle Kim5 years ago in Confessions
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Indeed
Although I currently call the province of Alberta my home, I'm a Newfoundlander, born and bred - and I'll be one 'til I die. Growing up in the '90s, I was the living embodiment of a free-range child. I was adventurous, chaotic. Choosing to cannonball rather than dip my toes in to test the water. My friends and I would leave our respective homes in the morning, ready to seize the day. Our parents rarely saw us until the streetlights lit the night sky like beacons; barring the occasional bathroom breaks and scavenging for food like the feral house goblins we were. My hometown has always been a wonderful, quiet little place, where our neighbors knew everyone's business, and always kept a watchful eye. These types of small towns instill a certain level of trust. If our parents only knew half of what we were up to! We were resilient children, and were confident that nothing bad would ever happen to us - until it did.
By Megan Oliver5 years ago in Confessions
Dating Disaster
Counterintuitive to the purpose of online dating, I, generally, do not reach out to or swipe right on anyone when I resort to this method of courting. The clear fact that makes me engage in this type of torture is the acknowledgment I will not meet anyone in his or her natural habitat or in mine, especially during a pandemic. However, prior to this self-imposed virus fearing abstinence, I was not the most sociable or observant when I was out doing day-to-day tasks. If a single person fell out of a tree in front of me, I would most likely step over him while engrossed in TikTok videos.
By Amy Solt5 years ago in Confessions
The "Igloo Experience"
I slid chopsticks into the bun on top of my head as the final touches to my oriental hairstyle. Bright green Eastern dragons laced my black see through birthday dress. Matched perfectly with my new clunky combat boots. I felt powerful, and ready for the "Igloo Experience", a date I reserved a month prior. I had a weird feeling about it as the night finally approached. Now I know it was my intuition teling me this night would not go as planned...at all. As a reward for survivng, I promised myself I would not repeat what happened that night. No regrets.
By Sydni Fantroy5 years ago in Confessions
A Hot Commodity
During the most awful time in my life I got arrested five times in just as many months. I wasn't really that bad of a kid. I was a stoner with hair down to my shoulders and girl pants round my butt, but I grew up in the heart of the most religious county on earth. It was like growing up in the truman show and I was the anomaly. Wearing tight pants, a stoned face, and long hair in my city was paramount to placing yourself on the "Most-wanted list."
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Confessions
