You are so much more than you've ever imagined.
On The Blog.
I was 28 when I got my first Ambien prescription. We’d just moved in together—the boy that would eventually become my husband—and I held half of the skinny peach-colored pill (I was too nervous to take the full one) in my palm before I swallowed it, both of us wondering what it would do. How long would it take to kick in? Would I remember falling asleep? Where would I go?
So, last week I was on national TV. Aaaand it was about as surreal as I imagined, but also way more fun and fascinating too. I’ve been saying it was like visiting another planet for a few hours—one where everyone had exceptional make-up and hair and knew exactly what to do next and when—who knew?
Since November 2015, I have completely changed my life. I’m nearly 3.5 years sober, I made the leap from my career in advertising to write and teach, I live in my dream location (basically, as close to the ocean as I can get without actually living on a boat), and I’m publishing my first book this September. My life is by no means perfect, but it is mine. It makes sense. It feels like home.
I believed the ones who didn’t have to do this—who could drink or not without much care or consequence—were just so damn lucky. They’d never have to fight this particular, stupid war. Shit, they didn’t even have to be aware it existed!
Holly and I started HOME in July of 2015 when I was just a shaky few months sober. I knew nothing about podcasting (other than I loved Radiolab and WTF and On Being and that there was something special about the way we can experience this medium privately), but I did know I wanted to talk about this thing.
When I got back to my house after the beach, I set my sandy bag on the floor and stood in the kitchen, unsure what to do with myself. The space was so quiet. So bare. Had I ruined it here, too?