I sat alone, the silence deafening and asked myself how did my life come to this?, I knew the drink wasn’t working anymore, It didn’t take away the pain like before. It took away my laughter, my creativity and the years, My head told me I didn’t have the strength or courage to live

  Dear wild bird Flying in your cage swiftly from side to side. Going about your pleasant routine, whistling as if you weren’t tied. Dear sweet bird You need to see that the life that you live is contained. That there is so much more and you allow yourself to be restrained. Dear loving bird

Over 8.1 million adults in the U.S. are coping with a substance use disorder. Drug addiction is known to change the way our brain functions and significantly impacts how our body perceives daily pleasures. One of the most common effects of excessive use of drugs like alcohol is the increased levels of inflammatory lipids in the

  I was never totally scum. Not before I started drinking and during my pre-recovery years. I was also not struck wonderful when I found recovery. However, when I share my story you might think that I was perfectly bad in my “before days” and steadily better on the road of “progress” with occasional bouts

In a world of corruption, Hatred and greed; Today we have life, A life we can lead. The disruption has gone, And so has the sorrow; Replaced by a programme We know we must follow. The demons won’t leave By the door marked eviction; It wants us all dead, Because that’s our addiction. So some

  Often there’s a place I go Deep within my mind Not difficult to travel to Nor difficult to find Clearing head ‘n closing eyes All aboard these nightly trains Imagination clearly lies Where reality refrains Off to sun rain sand and fog Off to waves of gold Desert lights on flashy Strips Or Market

Some are sicker than others and Crazy Paul’s first name was a heads-up for the newcomers in the rooms. No other warnings were necessary—as soon as they listened to him babble for a couple of minutes, they knew his tip didn’t go to the top. Crazy attended meetings in our neck of the woods while

A recent column in The Washington Post began with this line:  “The face of the nation’s opioid epidemic increasingly is gray and wrinkled.”1  In the course of the rise in the opioid epidemic and its expansive media coverage, the face of the addict has been in the 18-25 year old range; even though the number

We are each of us unique and all of us similar. That is what makes recovery such a challenge and a blessing. I hear me in you, and yet, I process things in my own way. I am both an individual and a part of this clan. Ayurveda is the sister science to yoga. This

  I want to hold you and to hug you The mom I knew The one who came to all my recitals and who Walked up and down the aisles at every assembly To get a better picture,  a better view The mom I knew **** Where are you now, I wonder? The mom I