A Tree, A Car, A Man ... and God
His sober journey began one night behind the wheel of a car at the end of the road
"Tears were streaming down my face, and something told me to turn around and go back home. I think it was God."
I've been sober almost three years now and believe it or not, I still hang out with my drinking and drugging buddies.
I have some pretty high and mighty friends. Musicians and rock stars. They're all right there for me when I need them, in quick succession, stored in my record cabinet alphabetically from A to Z. At my disposal, for whenever it was time to crack open a beer or light a joint. I kept my friends in the basement, which was my sanctuary and where solitude was my only friend.
"Don't Do It, Mom, He's Not Worth It!"
An incident of domestic violence and a daughter's rejection was the spark he needed to get sober
The Moon in Gemini
She came to one night lying face down on the ground and knew that something had to change
Coming To and Waking Up
Coming to amidst a shattered whiskey bottle on the bathroom floor on his 31st birthday was the beginning of the end
Diagnosis Alcoholism, A Nurse's Story
Losing his medical license over painkiller abuse was the beginning of a sixteen year bout with alcoholism until one fateful incident