It wasn’t until the year I was turning 37 that I realized the woman I had become was the one person I NEVER wanted to be. My Mother.
Yes, my Mother is strong and independent….she’s a “doer”. My Mother is also an alcoholic who raised a pretty selfish, self hating, self destructive daughter. She raised an alcoholic daughter, ME.
Now that I am a Mother of a girl I am finally realizing that my daughter will grow up and most likely become a version me, I feel the undeniable desire to CHANGE.
This is my journey.