We are starting a new HA group and could use your help! If you are in the Atlanta area, and would like to get involved, come on out! Continue reading HA Big Book Study #1 (Forward to 2nd Edition & The Doctors Opinion)
I used my last bit of dope in a parking lot outside of Papa Johns.
I wrote that sentence inside of an AA meeting…
And I’m not sure what’s supposed to be written next: Continue reading One Hour Closer to Being Free
My high school sweetheart died of a drug overdose.
I spoke to her 2 weeks before she OD’ed and told her that she needed to check into a detox.
She wouldn’t do it… Continue reading 11:11 Make a Wish
I went to an AA meeting and opened my mouth to share…
“Well shit…I guess I’m sharing…”
10 seconds of silence.
“I seem to notice patterns”
Fuck…what? What the hell does that even mean? Keep it on topic buddy, talk about yourself… Continue reading Thanks for Letting Me Share
While on the birthright trip, I encountered a young man. Erick. He seemed different to me, he seemed at peace. He held himself with an air of serenity. Almost instantly, I noticed he was prominently placed anywhere we were. Prominently placed by his own vibe, his own energy. I could sense something that drew me to him. Something that caught my attention, despite the massive amount of frantic energy provided by a group of recovering alcoholics on vacation.
He didn’t speak much, he smiled occasionally. There was something about him and I couldn’t place it. I began to observe him… Continue reading “A Glance Inside the Minds Eye” Part 3: A Step Into Spirituality
Author: Adam Abramowitz
What happens when you forget reason, logic, and pride in effort to explore a romance. A projection of life lived for true love, shared equally. Ignoring your own vulnerability, passions, and pursuits of success in hope of connecting your soul to match a heart. The following story is a memory of my own attempt to connect intimately with a love I had lost…
The image I saw in my mind, the life I had created for the woman I loved, was only missing one thing. Her… Continue reading “To Mend a Broken Heart”
“I have floundered in and out of pain and grief. I have disregarded my own ability to choose the life I want to lead, accepting the unexplainable desire to write with purpose. I’ve isolated myself from the things I used to love, in pursuit of my own goal…” Continue reading Higher Powerlessness and the Illusion of Free-Will (Part 2)
The direction of my life is completely out of my control. I cannot prevent my gut, or my intention. My own desire to write the thing I wish I could read. I’ve found myself contemplating ideas of purpose. Ideas of success. Analyzing and interpreting what these words mean to me. What I want and how to achieve it.
The thing is, I have a dream. I want to be an author. Continue reading “Detox, Recovery, and the Pursuit of a Dream”