falling Apart on the Inside

In my tenth year of recovery, I found myself well-grounded in the program. I was active, my support system was strong, and my life was good. I had a growing career in local television as a studio engineer. Financially, I had more than I could ask for. In fact, I had recently purchased the first new vehicle I had ever owned. My support group consisted of one very close friend. This was a man older than me, whom I had known since I fist entered recovery. Our paths crossed many times over the years, until circumstances brought us to a point where we shared a house together.