On six years of sobriety: living moment by moment with the dark, bottomless thirst for oblivion

I sit opposite my dining companion, me with my glass of water, she with her single glass of wine. I enjoy the company, I enjoy the meal, I enjoy my water; however, the whole time – sometimes more strongly, sometimes less, but always – there is this thought in the back of my mind. WhyContinue reading “On six years of sobriety: living moment by moment with the dark, bottomless thirst for oblivion”