Overfunctioning Fueled by Alcohol

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I was a woman who could do it all, until I couldn’t.

I am a 40 something Mom, married to a wonderful, dependable guy.

I have the privilege of raising smart, kind, talented, and athletic teenage girls.

I am a doer, a go-getter, a highly motivated seeker.

At times, I can be highly competitive.

I have an impressive resume with consistent promotions to bigger and better jobs with more responsibility, and fancier titles.

I own a nice home, surrounded by wonderful neighbors.

I decorate appropriately for each holiday.

I have a circle of smart and sassy friends.

My Mom is my best friend and top supporter in everything I do.

I had both a happy childhood, and childhood trauma, as most of us do.

I was always supported and loved.

I knew I was loved 100% by many, many people since the day I was born.

This doesn’t paint a picture of what I am about to tell you.

I found myself with a growing dependence on alcohol.

I started drinking at a young age.