2019 Published Articles by Terri Rimmer

Every day since 1992 has been a fight for air, something so many people take for granted, including some of my former friends who I have lost due to not understanding my chronic condition. They don't understand that me being hospitalized nine times for asthma since 1992 means I can't be around smokers, not because I'm a snob, but because it's life or death. This fight to breathe is an every day thing for me and I always have to worry if I'll have enough money to get my inhalers, which has been going on since my 20s. I was officially diagnosed with asthma at 26 close to my first hospitalization but I was suffering from it at age 12 and actually I found out recently that my disease goes back as far as age three when my mom used to put Vapor Rub on me to help me breathe. The only people who know the terror of the possibility of running out of  your inhaler or the panic of getting your nebulizer hooked up in time are those who suffer from asthma and other lung...

By Terri Rimmer I managed to stay sober almost seven years, my original sobriety date being Oct. 20, 1988, thanks in part I think because I moved in with my sober sister who made sure I went to meetings.  I got a job, a sponsor, and connected with women in the program, a lot of whom included my sister's friends. It was a long time before the physical and mental craving for drinking went away. But the first five years of my sobriety were miserable because although I worked some steps, I was still acting out in one of my addictions that I had struggled with while in treatment and I wasn't willing to give it up. This other addiction cost me just as much if not more as my drinking did. I still wouldn't let go of my rage or forgive my parents and I actually loved my anger and being in control. I still struggled with God and I was all about image. I did a lot of sponsor hopping and I thought that since I was popular at my home group that was all that mattered. I put ...

By Terri Rimmer In the fall of 1985 I started my sophomore year of college and then my drinking really escalated. The newspaper staff of which I was a part of really took me in . They were big drinkers, as I had said, so I went to all their parties. I was a staff writer and felt included for the first time in my life. I was still having problems with a new roommate but it didn't matter what all the problems I was having with my family, roommate; etc. because I could blot it all out with alcohol. My friends in the dorm and I would make strawberry daquiris, watch "Saturday Night Live" and play Trivial Pursuit sometimes on the weekends and go steal food. I had no moral compass. My mom and step dad would never let me come home on the weekends like all the other classmates' parents did and to numb that pain I would drink. I got more and more submerged with the newspaper staff and their drinking lifestyle that I lost myself completely. It became my whole identity...

By Terri Rimmer My sobriety date this time around is Dec. 8, 1995. I grew up in an alcoholic, abusive home and alcoholism's roots run deep on my mother's side of the family, causing much tragedy. From the time I was a kid I remember being anxious, not fitting in, feeling like a misfit. I was bullied all through school and I thank God for my big sister, Cindy who pretty much raised me from the time I was eight when our mom took off to live with her boyfriend who would later become our step dad. Our dad was there but worked a lot of hours and abused us.  After our parents' divorce when I was eight, Cindy and I briefly attended Smyrna Church of Christ and went to their Bible camp for four years in the summer which I have fond memories of. Though we had attended the Catholic church as kids sporadically, my dad having grown up in the faith, I was afraid of God and I remember while attending the Catholic church the priest scared me when he preached about hell an...

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