Shots, Shots, Shots! or not.

The first time I ever had a shot swimming with spirit, at age fifteen, I was sick. The second time I had a shot swimming with spirit, at age sixteen, I was sick. In fact, almost every time I had a shot. I was sick. However, each year I carried on drinking, the more shots…

My Space.

Sobriety has brought me one fantastic gift. My brain. The irony is, it hasn’t actually brought me anything, physically. It was always there. It was just dusty, unused and clouded, like a mucky soup. My brain used to work against me when I was drinking every day. It used to turn on me, when I…