10 days and counting

10 days and counting

Celebrating 10 days seems totally-completely-embarassingly lame. But I am celebrating. If we celebrate every teeny tiny win it will keep this next year positive instead of what it has felt like before: impossibly hard. This last weekend was very hard. I’m...
Another Day One

Another Day One

We have been here before, but something feels different. It’s been just Another Day 1 time after time since I started asking the question out loud: Am I Drinking Too Much? This Post for example, was a day where I considered the journey that had brought me here,...
I’m fine

I’m fine

The canned response to the many-times-repeated-daily question: how are you? Everyone has their own version: good, fine, bien. Lately, I have started a delightful practice of asking for clarification before answering that question: do you want the real answer, or the...
The pursuit of Joy

The pursuit of Joy

Today I woke up, after a glorious 9 hours of sleep and felt for the first time, in a long time … rested. I got up at 4:45am because I wanted to, and because I had been in bed sleeping since a little after 7pm, and could acknowledge nothing more could be done in...
What is rock bottom

What is rock bottom

No one wants to find out, I’m fairly certain of that. Most people’s rock bottoms involve losing something: a wife, a husband, a sibling, a child, respect. We all know the main feature, no matter what you’ve lost, is shame. Shame is such a powerful...
When at the end, you cannot recall the beginning.

When at the end, you cannot recall the beginning.

I didn’t realize I had a drinking problem, until I tried to stop. My precarious relationship with wine began later than some, having been raised in a house where alcohol was largely absent. My mother’s father had a known problem. We all heard the stories,...