It is the worst feeling to be 30 years old and realize that everything I believed about myself is a lie.
Before I made an effort to quit I thought I was a good mother, a homeschoolers, a Christian with a good grasp of theology, in a good long-term marriage, had good friends, a healthy eater and in better shape than anyone I knew.
Now that I am seeking sobriety I am nothing but a mess with too many un-controlled emotions. I feel like a complete fraud.