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In less than six months, I will turn sixty years old. I never dreamed that was possible in the abyss of drug and alcohol addiction.
Winter 2004. Las Vegas. Miami. Los Angeles. All places that hide my secrets. Drugs delivered to my hotel room in Vegas. Coke deals done with quick hand-to-hand exchanges under the cover of darkness just feet from the calming waves of
I found myself losing hope every time I refreshed the John Hopkins COVID map.
My quest to maintain a lifestyle wrapped around drugs and alcohol, dragged me down to become someone I never dreamed I’d be. An unethical lawyer.
“There is no such thing as a “high functioning”, impaired lawyer. There are only degrees of loss of functioning.”
On April 8th I celebrated my abstinence-based, thirteen years in long term recovery from alcohol, cocaine, and bulimia (Yes, males develop eating disorders). I reflect with mixed feelings as it also falls on what would be the ninety-fourth birthday of
More than ever, we need to be there for our colleague’s friends and loved ones. There is a huge difference between solitude by choice and being forced into it. The latter can result in intense feelings of loneliness that can
**This is not ideal mutual aid support, but these are not ideal times. If you absolutely have to attend recovery meetings in person, it is understandable. Please practice the hygiene protocols set out by the CDC. For those of us whose recovery
In less than a year, I turn sixty-years old. Not quite senior, but certainly approaching the cusp. I have reflected on words my father spoke often to my brothers and me growing up in Pittsburgh. “Today is the youngest you