A Story About Alcoholism AND Sobriety

As a child, I learned what alcohol could do to a home. My father’s presence was rare, and when he showed up, it was like a storm—loud, cruel, and impossible to ignore. I watched my mother shrink under the weight of his rage. I learned to tiptoe, to brace, to disappear.

I never found joy in drinking. It felt like betrayal. Years later, I married a man I loved deeply… who was also drowning in addiction. I held on for our daughter, for the flicker of hope. But the cycle was repeating, and I was breaking.

One day, alone in my car, I shattered. I sobbed, wailed, pleaded with God. His word said faith the size of a mustard seed could move mountains—and I had carried a mountain for years. I cried out to God demanding He move this mountain. I was exhausted, desperate, undone.

Days later, my husband called me at work. He’d arranged to go to rehab. That night, he left for rehab. And he’s been sober ever since.

This collection is a monument. To the children of chaos. To the partners who prayed through pain. To the ones who chose healing.

And to those still in the fight—struggling through addiction, searching for light, holding on by a thread—this collection is for you, too.

You are not forgotten. You are not alone. You are worthy of a new chapter.

You’re not weak for breaking. You’re brave for rebuilding. -Shae, Founder of Kind Unity Threads