Six fricking months mother-flippers.
SIX FUCKING MONTHS. I am six months sober today and it still feels almost dreamlike to have reached this milestone. Have I learned anything in this last six months? Well, yes actually. I've learned so many different things about myself. Here are just a few of them. 1. I am worth more than I think I am. I have battled with low levels of confidence, self-esteem and self-worth since I was a child. I have never understood my worth, the value I should have been placing on myself to ensure that others knew how to value me. I let people treat me like shit, as I believed that this was the price I had to pay to be loved. Because, why would anybody love me? I hated myself. I never managed to make friends. My relationships stemmed from one night stands where two damaged people clung on to each other in the hope that the person they’re clinging to can make the world a slightly less terrifying space. I started learning about my own self-worth when I was 27, just before I met Hubs. When h