Even 22 years later, I remember how miraculous it felt when my mom got sober. I didn’t understand what was going on. All I knew was that a pall had lifted from our house. My mother stopped sleeping all the time; stopped vomiting bile into a plastic surgical bin at school pickup. Suddenly, she was more present—it no longer felt like she was always wrapped in cotton wool, always one layer removed from me.
Source: Law Daily Report (lawdailyreport.net)
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