At war

When I was drinking I was at war with myself.  My weapon of choice was alcohol.  After twenty-two years of battle I found myself close to death and decided to wave the white flag.

Diary of a drunk

In the beginning I drank to fit in.  In the middle I drank to forget.  Towards the end I drank because it was all that I knew.

The drunken me

Who Am I?  Where am I?  How did I get here?  

Completely clueless

The toughest part of recovery for me was getting acquainted with a complete stranger.  That stranger was me!  When I started drinking at the age of thirteen I only associated with the drunken Jay.  Years later when I stepped into recovery I found myself alone, sober and completely clueless. 

The killer within me is...

The killer within me is the reason I pray everyday.  When I drink I drive.  I no longer drink and therefore I no longer drive drunk.  Daily prayer is what keeps me focused and away from the bottle.

Where to?

Drunkenness, recovery or sobriety.  Where do you choose to live life as an alcoholic?

This is it

Just when I think I can go back out there, somebody's struggle and hardship pulls me right back in.  People helping people without the bottle.  That's what it's all about!