Category: Recovery
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Salty Eggs and Our Friend Jim
“Over half the table was comprised of people who had worked in the food industry. No one had to waste one second of thought to know unequivocally that my father was wrong. Between my brothers and I, we were quick to correct him and explained that it was a type of pork sausage.”
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Red Cup
“As my sobriety attempts ebbed and flowed, becoming almost as predictable as the seasons, I met other people, who, like me, were trying to get and remain sober. I made it a habit to judge those I met on the likelihood on whether or not they would stay sober. Did they “have what it takes”…
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Walking on the Ceiling
This isn’t to say that I didn’t have a happy childhood, just that the happiness was often hard earned. At an early age, I learned that I was responsible for myself and discovered that there were lots of way to escape my reality through television, drawing, and of course, walking on the ceiling.
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Eighteen Reflections on What I’ve Learned in Eighteen Years of Sobriety
Life will go on with, or without me. Whenever tragedy strikes, my energy is better spent thinking of others. Just because it feels like the world has stopped, doesn’t mean it has. Alcoholism, drug addiction, and trauma are all diseases of perception. All three work to kill its host by convincing them they aren’t afflicted.…