My musings on all things addiction, shame, transformation, relapse, hope, and all the other wild-but-beautiful stuff that comes with a life centered around recovery.
sound familiar?
I remember swearing I was not going to drink. Then, drinking.
The drinking part was bad, as it always was. Mostly, because once I understood I had a problem with drinking, I...
I am writing to you wrapped in blankets, cradled on a hammock under pine trees, in the middle of an East Texas forest. The air is chill, the sky is deep blue and my cellphone has zero bars....