My name is Alice.

I am not a mythical creature like the one from the book.

I’m a real life twenty-something-year-old-lady who in all honestly more closely resembles the Mad Hatter than innocent young Alice.

I do have a fondness for tea, for quirky hats and for rhymes that don’t make much sense but I’ve never had that much fun at a tea party before…

You see, I am a troubled young adventurer who is stumbling down a path to recovery.

I didn’t fall down a rabbit hole (although I’m fairly certain I hit rock bottom). Rather, I threw myself head first into a mirky deep dark abyss, and now I’m attempting to climb back out of it.

My name is Alice and I am in recovery.