Tag: relapse

The Emptiness of Chaos

A friend of “ours” was sharing the other day and said in some weird and sick way he “missed the chaos.” And in some weird and sick way I knew exactly what he was talking about. Which makes our new relationships in recovery that more significant. People know what we mean and say where “normy’s”

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If You Had a Radio Show, What Would You Name it?

So at my little desk today at the Austin office acting like I am typing something of importance, while really I’m just blogging. Well I guess blogging is important, I mean if it were not for bloggers, how would I know who to vote for last week, yeah right! My wife’s in Vegas for 25

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Don’t Apologize For Winning

So my wife bought one of those do-it-all coffee bars for our anniversary last month. And it’s really cool because now I can grind and brew my own coffee creation! Today I tried, “iced-coffee.” I usually drink my coffee black because a few years ago I started gaining so much weight with the creamers and

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#SOBERPROBLEMS

Hey everyone, hope you made it through a Happy Easter and month of March. I’ve been working like a crazy person this last few weeks. #soberproblems I usually just work 3 days, 12 hours each a week, however this week I worked 5 straight 15 hour days, #soberproblems and now I go back to work

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My Last Night At Detox

The detox board is completely full. Eleven names with red dots right by them. Eleven shattered lives. I guess it is a good and a bad thing. Great, people are getting help! Or SMH, oh, people are getting help. The window in the station is halfway open, or closed depending on how you look at

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5 Days Of Treatment

I’ve been thinking about my friend a lot lately. He admitted a few weeks ago to the treatment center I work at. I’m really excited for him and for the most part he is excited to. No one ever wants to really ” go to” treatment, however after five days you begin to see how great your

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A Long Sober Drive Home

The traffic isn’t bad on the drive home from work. I think the school district in the little South Texas cottage town I work in either starts really late or really early. The curvy roads that slash through the hill country have been awaken with a foggy mist lately, which frost the windows but soothes the drive.

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