Fallen

  I was running yesterday in a nearby park area and stumbled across a makeshift memorial site.  A young man, who lost his life several years ago, still being kept in memory by still-fresh flowers and keepsakes.  I had to stop and take it in.  I also had to keep in mind that this memorial…

A Joy To Be Hidden

“It’s a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found” – D. W Winnicott We were watching a documentary the other day that featured Mariel Hemingway and her family.  “Running From Crazy” spoke to the brokenness of the Hemingways, which of course included the legacy (or anti-legacy, if you will) of her…

Pulling The Trigger

I don’t believe in triggers. There.  I said it. I know that there are many people who swear by them, and that the term “trigger” is found in the recovery lexicon.  It’s somewhat ingrained in the collective psyche of those who suffer from alcoholism and with those who work with them.  I have heard the term in…

The Window Played Host to The Scene of Me

Early in my recovery, about two months in, I found myself  living in a basement apartment.  I was separated, only seeing my wife and young son once or so a week.  I wasn’t working, and my days consisted of meetings, looking for work and trying not to drink.  I was trying to settle into that…

The Ultimate Sacrifice

Suicide. The word conjures up many images, many thoughts, many emotions. “It’s a selfish act”, “They were weak”, “Why?” For alcoholics and addicts, it’s something that is on the radar.  It’s a menu item to choose from.  Whereas most people see it as an ultimate, desperate act, for many active alcoholics,  it don’t seem quite…