Me, My Psych Meds and My 12-step Recovery
As I sat in my jail cell I had to question the admonition I got from an old-timer at AA meeting I frequented. “If you…
As I sat in my jail cell I had to question the admonition I got from an old-timer at AA meeting I frequented. “If you…
Just a kid on her bike and her dad jogging alongside. “I want to learn how to shoot the basketball better,” she said. “We play…
So 12-step recovery suggests I find a God (or god) of my own understanding. That’s a hard enough task for your average alcoholic or addict….
I’m taking a whiz in an inappropriate place again. Apparently five plus years of sobriety have done little to suppress “the world is my toilet”…
Celia never seemed to put more than a few months together clean. A complete failure at recovery. Not worth the 24-hour, 30-day and occasional 60-day…
Yes, I know better. But sometimes I make the mistake of watching the news. Though I swore off drinking 11+ years ago, each time I…
My last bipolar manic episode was what my 94-year-old mother would call a “doozey.” (Sure, my Facebook analytics tell me my followers skew Millennial. Perhaps…
Is it “Live and Let Live” or should it be “Love Unconditionally and Let Live?” Anyone who has been to enough 12-step meetings has seen…
Once again I was wrong. Once again it was due to my over-inflated belief that my way is the only way. Once again the error…
I did it again. Slick ad on Facebook. A play to my reoccurring feeling of brokenness. A catchy title. Click… PayPal… Click. Three days later…