Upon the New Year, I am not one to reflect on the past 365 days. Reflection for me, comes 13 days after. Six years ago, I was at my parents house, on the couch, slamming beers so I could come down off meth. I had $82 in my pocket, but nobody would answer their phone.
It’s a humbling feeling when you wake up in the morning after failing the day before. My failures today are not what they use to be, and the coping skill is 100% better than what it use to be as well. But failing for me today, is actually peaceful, if that makes sense. It’s like,
I told her she was going to die. And it’s the truth. She is going to die if she keeps drinking. But on the drive home and this morning it bothered me. I believe in meeting people “where they are at” and taking “whatever they are willing to do” to get sober. And creating a
I just got off the phone with a friend in the program. We have mutual friend that has relapsed. “Where do I draw the line?” she ask, referring to when does caring turn into enabling. I learned this lesson early in sobriety. About three months early. I was running a sober home and
My son was born last week and I didn’t realize how important my morning routine was until I got off track for a few days. More importantly, it was the actual “not having enough time” aspect to do my morning rituals, that really through me off. Within a few days I was back on schedule
There’s this guy in group that shared about his nephews’ drinking problem. The mother said, “He’s out of my house for good…after I get back from my vacation.” We had fifteen people this morning, everyone sober to my knowledge. All walks, age, gender and race. However no one, not even me could give a direct
I’m not going to say the wine bottles in the fridge didn’t bother me, but I know for sure that I wasn’t in any danger of drinking them. And it’s funny how I just described what a normal person would consider a “sip” or even a “glass” my addicted mind went straight for “them.” As
I am exactly where I am suppose to be, at this point in my life. If I fight every time I think I should be somewhere else, I’ll drive myself crazy.
A loud screeching, yet familiar yell woke me up two hours before I was suppose to wake up. “Colt!” she yelled. He jumped the fence at 7am. He’ll come back I thought. But the I heard the bark. Colt has a distinct bark when he has something. So I got out of bed, put on
I had guest post that was really inspiring and heartfelt. It’s from a mother who lost her son to prison because of heroin. Please feel free to share, support and comment on this beautiful letter to heroin. http://keepingitsober.org/2017/01/a-mothers-heart/