ALICE PARVIN
SEVENTY. SOBER. DATING. Boy, didn’t see those three words coming three years ago when I put down the wine bottles (yes, bottles). I chose to stop drinking because I knew I wasn’t truly living. But it wasn’t until I became sober that I how much living I had missed out. On the surface, it looked like I had everything: a wonderful family, a beautiful home, a supportive group of friends. I was happily single, I was healthy, I volunteered, I traveled whenever I chose. I studied many modalities for self-care and spiritual growth. The dirty little secret was I hated myself. I hated the lies. And I drank at it. Every damn night.
ALICE PARVIN
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