On a return cruise through Alaska, I found not just glaciers and gold rush towns, but a deeper healing I never saw coming. This is a story of shame, serenity, and the stupid, beautiful discomfort of real growth.
As an addict in recovery, it can be devastating when someone won’t accept my help. But when I remember that I do not know everything, I can hold onto hope.
This year, two of my three big trips are taking me back to places I visited whilst still in my drinking days. Will it be painful, nostalgic, or all brand new?
We all have that little voice. The one that says you can’t, or you shouldn’t. But when you I learned how to shush that voice, I learned how to be free.
Not to sugar coat it or anything, but getting sober is a living nightmare. I mean, the end result can be happiness and freedom and joy beyond your wildest dreams, but the process? It fucking sucks. As I’ve heard a million times, “alcohol wasn’t the problem, it was the solution.” That might sound nuts to someone who hasn’t walked this…