“How is this my life?” can be a question of awe or exhaustion. Brooke reflects on recovery, postpartum depression, panic attacks and the surprising realization that even dog pee, unfinished walls and ordinary family chaos can be proof of a life she once never believed she would have.
Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Overdose, Loss When I got sober, I thought I had cracked the code on life. I was down 20 pounds, booked a trip to Mexico, enrolled in college for the first time, and was walking around like sobriety Oprah handing out 24-hour coins like, “You get serenity! You get serenity!” to newcomers. I was on fire for recovery, for Jesus, and quietly for an eating disorder, but that’s a whole other blog post. What nobody told me is that in the years ahead I would lose my aunt to murder, my brother to an overdose, my…
