I heard something awhile back from someone I admire in my recovery. He said, “pain is the fertilizer for spiritual growth.” Think about that for a second and let it sink in. What that means to me is, no matter how hard things get, how hopeless it seems or how dire the...

Feel the chill in the air? The Thanksgiving holiday is upon us. The remnants of hollowed out Jack O’ Lanterns, being swapped out for pine comb wreaths. Gobble Gobble! Thanksgiving conjures up warm and fuzzy feelings for most. The thought of reuniting with family...

When the pandemic first hit, the transition to working from home seemed like a blessing. For the first time in my career, I had free time to hang out with my kids, catch up on Netflix with my wife and even sneak in a game or two on the Xbox. I’m not going to lie....

I remember being in a place in my active addiction where I literally was puppeted by demons. I engaged with them and became comfortable yet with a healthy fear of them. No, this was not Halloween people! The monsters were in my head and around me everyday. This was...

The disease of addiction runs in my family. Both my mother and my father had addictive personalities. My father struggled with alcoholism and my mother was an impulsive shopper. Growing up with addictive parents, I swore I would never be like them. Seeing firsthand...

The desire of perfection Fear of rejection Simply vanish, With the devil’s injection. But the unknowing progression- Of compulsion, O b s e s s i o n A simple misdirection, Of internal self-deflection. Now needles have my attention, And I’m its possession. This wasn’t...