Recover on the Downhill

My mom was a collegiate runner, and she instilled her disciplined training ethic in me. It would take years for me to understand the profound impact her influence had, and how I learned to cope with suffering in such a way that I can now accept pain and push through my thresholds. The most profound…

The Hallways of Desperation

I parked and walked into the San Diego Alano Club meeting room. This is the place where I took my first steps towards redemption. This is the place where I found my freedom. This is also a place many in the recovery community consider the bottom of the barrel. I like it though. It's rare…

Life by Braille

What I think is going to happen, vs what is actually happening are two very different things, and the most peaceful thing about that is I don't have control over 90% of the outcomes. In fact, most of the time I imagine these grandiose outcomes and end up disappointed when they do not come to…

The Art of Ignorance

I wrote a really long post, about 1000 words, that I just deleted. It pretty much described my incident again, but most of you know what happened. If you don't check it out here. What followed that initial fall was a brainless march back into my regular routines, trying to climb as hard as I…

A Composition

Hey, it's another night in my nonprofit class, but this time I'm more engaged, despite my writing this now. I made it over an hour, and was actively participating! After a while though, the constant barrage of student questions at the panel began to feel rote and forced, and I turned to my handy pen…