I know now I was grieving something , the death of an ambition. I started attending reading events at Green Apple Books, my local bookstore, because it was something I liked in grad school, and I had to get myself out of the house. Going to those events was (is) a way of traveling without moving; they have afforded me an incredibly valuable... See more

The greatest gift of sobriety is recovering the person I was meant to be and getting to spend time with him.

Recovery as spiritual journey:

First you desperately seek an object to bring you happiness, then, after many face plants, you realize no object can do that, so you stop running and finally face what is, where healing and recovery begin, but then, confronted by your naked wounds without your familiar escape hatch, that too becomes a chase, a far... See more