Nobody Gets Sober Alone

Nobody Gets Sober Alone

Nobody gets sober by himself. I don’t care how strong you are, how determined you feel on day one, or how many times you’ve white-knuckled it solo before. Recovery is a contact sport, and the men who make it are the ones who let someone else into the fight...
Starting Over Again

Starting Over Again

Fourteen years sober. That is not a small number. That is years of meetings, of honesty, of grinding through the days when the craving felt like a physical thing sitting on your chest. And then a rough enough season arrived that I convinced myself the only way through...
People Can Change

People Can Change

People can change. I know that because I am one of them, and my starting point was not exactly promising. I grew up in a trailer in the swampy part of Florida. My family ran a commercial blue crab fishing operation, and seafood was on the table most nights not because...
Forget Yourself and Work

Forget Yourself and Work

Twenty-five years ago I shipped out to Perth, Australia, with two suitcases and no idea what I was getting into. For two years I lived without music, television, movies, dating, or the internet. When I wrote letters home to my family, it took two weeks for them to...
When the Tank Is Empty

When the Tank Is Empty

Some days the tank is completely empty. Not low. Not running on fumes. Flat empty. The kind of tired that sleep does not fix, because it is not physical. It lives somewhere deeper than muscles and rest. It is the weariness of a man who has been carrying things that...