zzzzzz.

The reason gratitude is such a boring topic is because I have zero idea of it as a concept, as Continue reading →

quantifiable happiness.

Inside my laboratory, some of the magical pink cloud sobriety found in the 12 Steps has condensed on the inside Continue reading →

hand me that razor wire, please.

Alcoholism’s got it’s own toolbox, as well. It only makes sense, right? Filled with gadgets specifically designed to work on Continue reading →

chute my ladder.

I was reminded at last night’s meeting the importance of recognizing an emotional hangover. The automatic pilot that I have Continue reading →

well?

I was in a bad mood this morning before my feet hit the floor. Instead of my 5-8 minutes of Continue reading →

which one to hate?

I hated the person I was, so I started drinking. Then I loved the person I was. Then drinking turned Continue reading →

de-press here.

I spend an inordinate amount of time dealing with anger on some level, which is always masking either fear or Continue reading →

back off man, i’m sober.

I often confuse letting go with not caring. Or, in order to let go, I have to not care. It’s Continue reading →