What do you do when recovery has given you everything you ever dreamed of except the relationship with the children who mean the world?
As the child of an alcoholic and absent father, I knew better. Yet I followed in his footsteps. Now, three years sober, I help others with their own addictions (counselor) yet, every blessing is muted in shades of grey because the tiny humans that hold my heart look on from a distance.
Any advice out there?…




