1982 was a big year. ET and Fast Times at Ridgemont High were playing in theaters. Tickets cost $2.75. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was at the top of the charts, and John Belushi had died tragically of an overdose.
In the small mountain town of Logan, Utah a woman who was told she would never give birth, did just that.
She had a boy. Read More
I can remember walking out of the doors of Brighton Center for Recovery just having finished an inpatient stay. Here I was, day one of my new life. I was excited about the possibilities ahead, but at the same time, I certainly felt a level of anxiety.
What was I about to experience?
Would I continue to grow as a person?
Would I be able to maintain my recovery? Read More
That’s what it came down to. I think that’s what it comes down to for almost every alcoholic and addict. Held up in my bedroom with bottles hidden everywhere. Almost like an animal or someone possessed, I would become this other person when I was in the middle of a full blown binge. I’d lay in my bed for days on end, waking up just long enough to find a hidden resource and quickly drink enough to slip away from reality once again. Hours would turn into days as this sick cycle repeated itself again and again. Read More
For a long time I was not able to be honest with myself. I didn’t even really know who I was.
Even before substance abuse I experienced issues in my life. I never felt right or like I belonged anywhere. I always felt like the world was against me and that I wasn’t wanted. Growing up, I was a small kid. I was bullied by my peers and became a very angry person. I remember just hating the world and throughout the years the hatred got stronger.
As I grew and got older I turned the tables. I became the bully. I used all the hate that had built up inside and turned it on everyone around me. Of course, anger is just a cover up for pain. I had a lot of that. Read More