When I think back on the year 2010, I think of the nights spent drinking until I blacked out in a dirty house/apartment/trailer or field if need be, and ingesting lines of whatever was offered to me at the time. I rarely think of the fact that I was going into my senior year of...Read More

I had my first drink when I was 17. By the time I was 20, I was snorting crystal meth with my father in San Diego, Ca. At 29, I was divorced and a full blown alcoholic. By the time I was 37, I had 3 children and was out of control. At 39, I...Read More

I am a selfish person, emotionally numb, and narcissistic in the sense that I believe to my core that everything should be handed to me. I was the youngest of the three brothers and grew up protected by two older brothers and a successful dad that gave me everything a kid could ask for. Yet...Read More

Growing up, society taught me that I should not disclose that I am an alcoholic or an addict; that my addiction is something I should be ashamed of. I heard this message every time someone described someone’s behavior to be that of a “crackhead,” every time someone talked about what a “drunk” someone was or...Read More