Last night I drove to a meeting where I was asked to speak about my experience with addiction. That relentless butterfly in my stomach began flapping its wings a bit faster, my heart quickly followed suit. A growing anxiety that I would be the epic failure of the century. It was night, a silent static
Saturday, November 21, 2015 is the 6th anniversary of my last mind-altering substance taken for recreational purposes. I have said that to myself at least 20 times in the last two days. To me, that is a remarkable feat. I never thought it would happen. When I relapsed after 10 years dry, but not in
This October if I make it to October, because I take it one day at a time, I will be sober for two years. Back then, I was working full time in an office in the IT industry. I lived alone in a foreign country and entangled in a very co-dependant relationship with a friend
It seems like everyone has a story to tell. My social media news feeds are littered with links to blogs describing stories of wedding planners gone mad, and kids’ crayons melted into car seats. I guess you can say I’m hopping on that wagon, in more ways than one. The only difference is, I’m sharing
