Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad things are in our lives when we’re in the thick of it.
In 2012, I was drinking a bottle of wine (sometimes more) every single night just to deal with my chaotic life.
I didn’t realize at the time that I was self-soothing with food and booze. In fact, I looked at others and justified my behavior saying, “Well that’s no more than they do.”
I was dealing with atrocious corporate politics that tested my ethics every day; a severely mentally ill mother and trying to manage her care 3,000 miles away; and a work schedule that was no less than 70-hrs per week with travel 3-4 weeks out of the month. It was a shit-show.
My sleep was horrible (maybe 4 hours per night and no restorative sleep) my eating and drinking out of control, and I found my mood volatile with me crying every single day.
After 6-months of trying to operate in this manner, I...