I used to wake up every morning and make promises to myself. “OK Nadia. Get it together. TODAY you are not going to drink.” And then, by the afternoon, I’d somehow find myself with a drink in my hand, saying “well, maybe just ONE…I mean, it’s been a hard day.”
My promises to myself were worthless.
But last night I heard a formerly incarcerated man say tha…
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