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Workit Health: A Modern Approach to Recovery

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The recovery world has evolved quite a bit over the last few years. Society has accepted that if someone has a drinking problem they must admit to being an alcoholic and begin working the 12 Steps in an AA meeting. Or check into rehab. That school of thought wasn’t inviting to someone like me: a young party girl with a social binge drinking problem. I went to one AA meeting. It wasn’t for me. I was lucky enough to find sobriety through yoga, writing, therapy, and supportive loved ones. If I had found Workit Health when I was in early sobriety, it would have made my transition into sober life quite a bit easier. Continue reading “Workit Health: A Modern Approach to Recovery” →

Why I’m Not an Alcoholic

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Hi. I’m Tawny. And I’m not an alcoholic. I’m not powerless over alcohol. I don’t have an incurable disease. I don’t subscribe to any of society’s blanket labels for people who choose to live a sober lifestyle. So if I’m not those things…what am I? Well, like I said. I’m Tawny. I’m powerFULL. I’m a writer who loves music and tattoos and boys and political discussions that ruffle feathers. I used to abuse substances to avoid dealing with reality. I was a party girl who danced on bars, driving (and living) recklessly. I didn’t think much about anything; I just did everything. At age 29, I realized that I wasn’t living up to my full potential. Alcohol was wasting my time and money. So, I’m Tawny…and I’m sober.

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Pain, Shame, & Embarrassment

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While digging through old Facebook photos from my party girl days, uncomfortable feelings arise. Pain, shame, and embarrassment grip me with the intensity that I used to grip a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The pain is triggering real emotion; emotion that I’m just now learning how to feel. This clarity is uncomfortable, filling my head with questions. Do I need rehab? Do I need therapy? Did he ever like me or were we just a hook up? Will I ever find a healthy relationship with alcohol or do I have to be sober forever? Do I really have a drinking problem or did I just love getting drunk? Yes, I’m still trying to convince myself that I will one day be able to drink again. Continue reading “Pain, Shame, & Embarrassment” →