Sierra DeMulder, Werewolf
Truth: My father was a recovering alcoholic. He died almost exactly twelve years ago, still craving the taste of alcohol on the tip of his tongue. Everytime I hear this poem, I think of him, the war he waged within himself, the struggle, the courage, bravery, and strength it took to remain sober for my family.
If you are struggling to stay away from the bottle, know that to the people who care about you, it matters. Watching you fight your urge matters to them. They love you; they want the best for you. They want you to be healthy and happy. I guarantee that to the people who care about you, each day you remain sober is a victory they are extremely proud of you for. Take it one day at a time. You and your story matter. Never forget that.