with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my rec

When I was actively drinking and using drugs it was a guarantee that every Saturday night my husband and I would go out to a bar and get drunk. I considered this to be a good time. I would have fun...until Sunday.

There was never a Sunday that went by that I didn't feel like complete hell from poisoning my body the night before. Some Sunday mornings I would wake up on the bathroom floor where I had slept the night before on a pile of dirty clothes because I didn't want to be out of toilet range. Some Sundays I would have to spend the entire day dying on the couch because my body was too tired and dehydrated to do anything else. My hangovers got progressively worse because not only was I getting drunk, I was also abusing opiates. I don't know if anyone out there has ever used alcohol and opiates in excess at the same time but let me tell you first hand, they are not a good mix.

It didn't matter which hangover I woke up with on Sunday, there was always one thing that never changed. My four year old son would have to suffer with a mother that was too sick and too tired to spend any time with him doing anything that resembled fun.

Those days are no longer. This past Sunday my husband and I taught my son to ride his big boy bike. No training wheels...look out world! We went out to a bike shop early Sunday morning, bought a helmet, came home and took off those training wheels. Within a couple of hours our little boy was riding his bike on his own and he had his father and mother acting as his personal cheering section.

I can say with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my rec

or where I had slept the night before on a pile of dirty clothes because I didn't want to be out of toilet range. Some Sundays I would have to spend the entire day dying on the couch because my body was too tired and dehydrated to do anything else. My hangovers got progressively worse because not only was I getting drunk, I was also abusing opiates. I don't know if anyone out there has ever used alcohol and opiates in excess at the same time but let me tell you first hand, they are not a good mix.

It didn't matter which hangover I woke up with on Sunday, there was always one thing that never changed. My four year old son would have to suffer with a mother that was too sick and too tired to spend any time with him doing anything that resembled fun.

Those days are no longer. This past Sunday my husband and I taught my son to ride his big boy bike. No training wheels...look out world! We went out to a bike shop early Sunday morning, bought a helmet, came home and took off those training wheels. Within a couple of hours our little boy was riding his bike on his own and he had his father and mother acting as his personal cheering section.

I can say with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my rec

used alcohol and opiates in excess at the same time but let me tell you first hand, they are not a good mix.

It didn't matter which hangover I woke up with on Sunday, there was always one thing that never changed. My four year old son would have to suffer with a mother that was too sick and too tired to spend any time with him doing anything that resembled fun.

Those days are no longer. This past Sunday my husband and I taught my son to ride his big boy bike. No training wheels...look out world! We went out to a bike shop early Sunday morning, bought a helmet, came home and took off those training wheels. Within a couple of hours our little boy was riding his bike on his own and he had his father and mother acting as his personal cheering section.

I can say with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my rec

o longer. This past Sunday my husband and I taught my son to ride his big boy bike. No training wheels...look out world! We went out to a bike shop early Sunday morning, bought a helmet, came home and took off those training wheels. Within a couple of hours our little boy was riding his bike on his own and he had his father and mother acting as his personal cheering section.

I can say with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my rec

with no hesitation that if I was still actively using, this little boy would still be riding around with training wheels. I feel completely embarrassed when I think of all the times that my son has seen me in the grips of a hangover. There were times when I would wake up on the bathroom floor to find my son sleeping next to me. That is an experience that haunts me.

Early on in my recovery I came to the conclusion that I could spend the rest of my life thinking about what I should have done, what I could have done and what I didn't do. Thinking about all of that was never going to change my past. What I really need to do is focus on today.

If each and every day I try to be the best person that I can be, in the future, when I think of my past, I will do so approvingly.