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.
I suspect that talking to your inner child is not something most males are comfortable with. Lawyers can be even more closed off to that process.
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.
I’m probably not the first law student to argue their first-year moot court intoxicated, but I’m probably in an elite group in that regard.
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.
It’s an excellent time for an uplifting story of recovery, resilience, and redemption. Domenick is a third-year law student at Seton Hall. “I used to wake up every day at 3 am, cold, angry, and sweaty. Cold because my body