Pets and Grief
Eighteen years ago, a month into my addiction recovery, I attended a 12-step meeting where someone shared about losing his dog. He cried through his story, and I wept for him. I had a beagle named Peanut, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. I turned to my sponsor and whispered, “If that happens […]
The life of cocaine paranoia
My onramp to cocaine addiction
As sick as my secrets
I never discussed my pain unless I was high.