This is my story………. I was raised as the youngest of three in a lower middle class alcoholic/drug addicted home. I took my first drink at 13 ½ years old. I drank cheap wine while babysitting with two girlfriends and I can still see the room spinning as I write this story. I got sick, but… View Article
By the end of the year, I was getting my second divorce. I remember thinking back to my youth, back at the Mennonite Church when we looked down on people who were divorced and now here I was on number two. My past was a mess but I had to look forward or I would just repeat the cycle again. The Dental Board had told me that if I wanted to apply for a new license, I would have to take clinical Boards again. It had been 20 years since I took Boards and I still remembered the stress. I took the Boards in June and passed. Now I would have to go before the Dental Board and request a new dental license. Parts of me told me it would never happen, that there was too much history, that I was a loser…..the same parts that had always told me to have a drink. I prayed ever harder and found hope in the fact that with or without a dental license, sobriety would make life worth living again.