My weekend drinking binges we more out of habit than need. It was Saturday night, so I must drink. And drink. And drink.
My first sober Christmas, I found myself resenting recovery. Watching my friends and family enjoy their cocktails responsibly, sent me into a rage.
On May 2, 2000, I was just a little willing to let someone else hold the reigns for a bit. It marks the anniversary of the day I got sober; the day I gave up trying to run my… Read More
I got sober today so I could learn how to fight for my life instead of through it. And one day, the fight wouldn’t feel so much like a fight.