One particularly dark Christmas morning, Karr awoke before her family to do some holiday baking, but chose instead to take a drive and drink a six-pack of beer alone. Intoxicated, Karr would promise herself the next morning would be different, that she would get up and accomplish all of the things she had been putting off because of her drinking. The highlight of her day was always drinking alone on the back porch of her Cambridge home after her baby and husband had gone to bed. But I told myself I wasn't a morning drinker because I never poured it in the morning."Įven a teaching job at Harvard and a beautiful baby boy weren't enough to keep Karr from alcohol. "Then I would get up in the morning, I would pick that up, get my kid on my hip, I would think, 'Oh, it's a shame to pour it out,' and I would drink probably two or three ounces, at least, of alcohol. "I couldn't sleep through the night without a tumbler of watered-down whiskey by my bedside," Karr said. The denial of her addiction was so powerful, she says, she lied to herself on a daily basis.
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