Category: Journey of an Addict

After having the stereotypical toxic, codependent, drug using relationship, how could one expect me to ever feel repaired enough to allow myself to fall in love again? I was always

I did not have the slightest clue about what the term, “being sober,” meant when I made the phone call to my two best friends asking them for help. I

It took a little longer for me than most people with the disease of addiction to progress and eventually destruct most areas of my life. For a few years after

My whole life I was the average student. Never once did I think that smoking weed every day was hindering my ability to learn and perform at the highest level

Finally, the feelings of fear, insecurity and self-pity had morphed into courage, confidence, and clarity … I’d found that missing piece of the puzzle that I’d been searching for the

I grew up in a beautiful suburb 30 minutes south of Boston, in an area that most families would dream of raising a family. I had two loving parents in

The 6:00am rush at a busy New York City airport — generally a fairly hectic experience. Standing in a line almost a quarter mile long, I waited nearly 35 minutes