There I found myself, withdrawing from heroin, unemployed, divorced, and laying restlessly in a twin-size bed in the small room I shared with a stranger. This men’s structured-sober-living house wasn’t the lifestyle I was accustomed to … [Continue reading]
On New Year's Eve of last year, I wrote down my thoughts as I reflected on the previous twelve months. Posting that short note would be one of the very first times that I openly shared any of my words. At that point in my life, I had … [Continue reading]
Several months ago, I was sitting in my office, near the end of my workday. I just sat quietly for a few minutes, reflecting on how much my life had changed over the past year. I had recently started a career with a young, fast-growing … [Continue reading]
Nine months ago I received a Facebook message from an old friend. He sent me a phone number and only typed: "Call me I have a question." I had recently started volunteering as a Recovery Coach for the Westbrook Recovery Liaison Program and … [Continue reading]
Over the past couple months, I’ve been hitting the gym every day, usually twice. Except two, maybe three, days I have consistently worked out every single day. What I didn’t know when I signed up for a gym membership was that I was about to … [Continue reading]