Happiness is imperfect, and sometimes false, but it remains the greatest gift that any of us can give to another.
Today, I am one year sober. While my climb to this point has been Sisyphean, I have stopped blaming myself and have now taken my own life back.
Reading recent headlines pushed me to write this. Addiction is much more than what we use, it’s the world that swirls around it.
The sight of my country tearing itself apart is hard to watch. Especially sober. But, while it’d be easy to self-medicate to numb the reality, Trump’s not going to get me.
Friend, I know you’re struggling. I know, because I’m in the same place as you.