I spent the first 18 years of my life growing up on the Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation in Mission, SD and unintentionally acquiring the necessary survival skills as an outsider to launch myself into the ‘real world’.
A divorced, single mother of two by the age of 21, I maneuvered and manipulated my way from extreme poverty to living a life of excess and luxury fueled by my top-shelf addiction and the men who helped perpetuate the debauchery.
By the age of 40, having travelled the globe and living in the glamour of New York City, I began to realize how void of authenticity my life really was.
My solution was committing to a life of sobriety, shedding the shame around my past, the fear of my future and fully accepting myself and all of my dualities. It's been quite a ride to say the absolute very least.
We alcoholics have some colorful stories. This is mine…