October 2013

Courage was a foreign concept to me for a very long time.
When I was using, I spent most of my time living in abject fear. Fear of being caught stealing from my family; fear of not being able to get my hands on alcohol and drugs; fear of getting caught in or forgetting one of the dozens of lies I was always telling; fear of everything, really. I was coming to a crisis and I knew it. My using had always been problematic but over the past two years I had completely subjugated my will to King Alcohol and was suffering mightily for it.