Category: Journal

09.12.25 Some days are just fucking hard. In recovery, I work so hard to change my way of thinking and living for the better. But sometimes, for no reason at all, emotions hit like a brick to the face. A life brick to the face. Today I cried a lot. My heart felt heavy. I Read more

09.11.25 Today was a good day. Work went well, then tonight I went to the meeting and it turned out to be just what I needed. A friend with 25+ years of sobriety is now chairing the Thursday night meeting, and it felt so good to see him right at home, sharp as a tack Read more

09.10.25 What a crazy world we live in. I don’t do politics, I don’t watch the news. Debating with people, getting sucked into the drama—it’s just not for me. I’ve already got enough noise in my own head. Enough to last a lifetime. But I loved something my brother wrote today. He said, “Sad day. Read more

09.09.25 I recently heard “why is not a spiritual question” and honestly, it bugged me at first. I mean, don’t we need to know why? If I can figure out why something happened, maybe I can fix it, right? I want to fix everything. But the more I sit with it, the more I see Read more