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📰 Read Past Issues →Sober Through the Years is a letter written from inside the work. It's about what recovery actually looks like when the pink cloud fades and real life shows up.
Each issue explores a principle, a step, a story, or a question — the kind of things you'd talk about after a meeting with someone who's been through it. No theory. No quick fixes. Just the truth as close as we can get to it.
It's grounded in the program of Alcoholics Anonymous, but it's written for anyone who has decided that they want to live differently.
You just got here. Maybe you're scared. Maybe you're not sure this is for you. It is. Pull up a chair.
You've been here before. You know the rooms. You know the feeling of starting over. You're not starting from scratch — you're starting from experience.
You've got some time. The obsession has lifted. But the work hasn't stopped, and some days you need a reminder of why you keep going.
You've walked this road a long time. You know that sobriety isn't a destination — it's a daily practice. This is written with you in mind, too.
"We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace."
— Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 83
I got sober at 21 after a five-day coke and alcohol bender. I remember knocking on my parents' bedroom door and saying, "I'm ready." They got out of bed and stayed awake with me until the hospital would take me. I was completely shot. I didn't want to live, and I didn't want to die.
I spent 90 days in rehab, where I turned 21, and I got out on my dad's birthday, 12/1/1988. I went to AA, but I didn't listen. I got two jobs, a girlfriend, and plenty of excuses.
I drank for the last time on 1/23/1989, after falling out of a moving car onto a busy Long Island road trying to throw up. I'm lucky to be alive.
Thirty-seven years later, I've lived the life of my dreams, and I'm still striving for more. Now it's time to share this journey. I hope you'll stick around for the ups and downs, just like I did.
It works if you work it.
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