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My sobriety began on May 5th, 2016, a day I don’t actually remember. The night before,I overdosed at my parents’ home, on what I thought was heroin. The overdose left meunable to form new memories for several days. I remember waking up confused, aclipboard beside me explaining what had happened, and friends and family visiting.What I remember most, though, was

This book is part memoir and part “how to”, helping those addicted to THC and their loved ones consider change and eventually “breaking up” with marijuana. The author is a therapist who himself became dependent and then used his learnings about recovery to help his clients.  “The tampering of our ability to think and act beyond instinct is something humans

In the spring of 2019 one town over from here, I slid my family’s car in between a tree and a telephone pole with less than an inch on either side of the car, crashing into a stone wall, and totaling the car. I was not conscious for this. I was drunk within 48 hours of this event. This did not get me

There seems to be a countertrend taking place against the “mommy wine culture”, with women sharing stories of why they drank, how they stopped, and the joys of being more present in their lives. This book contains many stories of why women drank, how they stopped, and the rewards of being more present in their lives. While AA is a solution cited frequently

Engagement in recovery is one of the most courageous acts for a human being, because one’s entire being is turned—body, mind, AND spirit. In Rise in Recovery, author Kimberly Berlin offers a paradigm shift for recovery from addiction: that spiritual practices rewire and heal the brain. Spirituality, as she defines it, is just a sense of connection to something bigger than ourselves. 

My friend handed me a bottle of bourbon, and I drank it. I didn’t want to drink it. I didn’t want to drink at all. Yet, I still couldn’t stop myself from bringing the bottle to my lips. I had no defenseagainst it; I was powerless against that drink. I had woken up that morning and realized I had no memory of the three days before. I barely remembered

I remember lying awake in my bedroom at my stepmother’s house on Christmas Eve 2015, thinking not about the usual festivities with Rudolph and Santa, but about whether I’d make it another year to witness my nephew Wyatt’s first birthday. He had been born just hours before that evening.  Given the direction I was going, I wasn’t entirely sure I

Taken from talks that Pema Chödrön gave in the 1990s, When Things Fall Apart is a treasury of wisdomfor going on living when we are overcome by pain and difficulties. An America-born Tibetan Buddhist, Pema draws from traditional Buddhist wisdom to offer a way to rethink our lives and lean into discomfort and struggles in order to live a more

I was born in Queens and moved to Roslyn, Long Island when I was in the 4th grade. That is when my depression began. We moved to an upper-middle-class town, where fathers wore suits, moms played tennis, and my peers had nannies. I felt so out of place and just wanted what they all had. I would come home from

I had just been released from detox and was starting an outpatient addiction treatment program for the ninth time. “One day at a time”, that saying in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous, still sounded corny to me, just like it had 8 times before. I was afraid. I was 22 years old, sitting in my childhood room on my twin