by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
I recently celebrated another year of sobriety, and as always, I got a chance to take a good look at what has happened—as well as what hasn’t happened—during the past year. I remember my first sobriety anniversary. I was a nervous wreck, to put it mildly. I couldn’t...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
I’ve always struggled to explain how I felt in the early days of my sobriety, but it seems that the longer I stay sober, the harder it becomes. I’ve been told that it was because of all the chemical changes happening in my body, or maybe it was because I was so...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
I love learning new things, and I still remember how good it felt to finally identify the causes and conditions that set me up for a drink. I discovered that I mostly drank over the resentments I hung on to, the fear I had grown accustomed to, and the guilt and shame...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
“I wish I was as peaceful as you are,” he said as he shook his head. “You don’t seem to get upset about much of anything. How do you do it?” I smiled as I considered what my friend had just said. Surely, you have got to be kidding, I thought. But I knew he wasn’t. Of...
by Finding My Way | Finding My Way
There are few experiences more intense than listening to a friend in recovery bare their soul to us and to God about everything objectionable in their life. But before this happens, we must have a clear understanding of what our role is, and what we can do to help...
