Nine years, no drink, no drugs… Dull right?

Wrong! The picture below was taken on the morning after the night of my last drink. I don’t know what you see. But I see a broken man. A man who has ran out of options. The eyes no longer mask the shame. It is clear that the inside of that man is troubled. Desperate.Continue reading “Nine years, no drink, no drugs… Dull right?”

Why would you want to quit drinking?

It’s easter Sunday. In my mind, the majority of people in the town I am in are drinking. They are joyous. They are free. Unbound from the self. Detached from the anxiety and neurosis prevalent in modern life. They are happy. In reality, there are many who are not like this. The laughs dried upContinue reading “Why would you want to quit drinking?”