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?
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…