Walking the path of recovery

Walking the path of recovery

The view before me took away what little breath I had left, and I felt a joy I had never experienced before. How could I have grown up here and never known how beautiful it was? How had I never seen these trees? Why did I not know how much joy there was to be found...
A Farewell Letter to Alcohol

A Farewell Letter to Alcohol

Dear Booze: When my life fell apart, you were there. I used to think I couldn’t be happy without you. I wrote this post on my old website back in 2017, in a flurry of emotional release via my keyboard. I was struck then by the similarities between how I felt...