When things begin to spiral downward in the months and days leading up to February 14, 2015, I was barely hanging on. The only reason I was still employed was because I worked for my stepfather, and even that teetered on the brink of disaster. I was in a 3:2 cycle where I binged three … Continue Reading
By the time I decided to quit drinking for good, my body had taken a beating. There was no part of me that wasn’t malfunctioning. NO part that hadn’t been affected by years of abuse. I knew I needed a complete overhaul, and I was ready — ready to feel better, look better, and be … Continue Reading
After decades of masking my insecurities with artificial arrogance, what I know now is my best effort presents in the light of complete exposure. I might as well face the fact that I am not perfect. Not even close. After surviving most of 2015 without a drink I”m hard pressed to substantiate any good reason … Continue Reading
