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What is emotional sobriety?
A longer guide pulling this topic together — what emotional sobriety is, what it looks like day to day, and what it doesn't mean.
September 4, 2026· also filed here
You Can’t Apologize Your Way Out of It
Saying “I’m sorry” is easy. Changing the person who walked into AA is the real work — and the only amends that last.
Read “You Can’t Apologize Your Way Out of It” →September 3, 2026
SUFFER WELL, MY FRIEND
Unfortunately, pain is the great motivator for many of us. For the most part, I didn’t learn much unless there was some pain involved. The suggestions of AA were given to us for a reason. They came from people who had already traveled the road we were attempting to walk.
Read “SUFFER WELL, MY FRIEND” →September 2, 2026· also filed here
I HEARD MY BROTHER COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH
After 38 years of sobriety, my wife showed me something I still hadn't seen about myself. Real amends aren't just words—they're visible in what happens afterward.
Read “I HEARD MY BROTHER COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH” →August 30, 2026
THE KID WHO JUST WANTED TO BE LIKED
Growing up lonely and awkward, I drank to feel like I belonged. Nearly 39 years later, I’m learning that emotional sobriety means caring without being held hostage by other people’s opinions.
Read “THE KID WHO JUST WANTED TO BE LIKED” →August 29, 2026
SOMETIMES IT'S A BITCH BEING HUMAN
We make stupid decisions. Then, instead of taking responsibility, we blame someone else. It's easy. It's lazy. And we do it anyway.
Read “SOMETIMES IT'S A BITCH BEING HUMAN” →August 28, 2026· also filed here
WE FUCKED OUR FAMILIES UP
I wasn't married when I first got sober. I was 21 years old and living back home with Mom and Dad. Thank God they were willing to take me in.
Read “WE FUCKED OUR FAMILIES UP” →August 25, 2026· also filed here
AA RUINED MY ISOLATION
I sat in that circle while I was in therapy, but I had no intention of telling anyone how I truly felt or what I thought about myself.
Read “AA RUINED MY ISOLATION” →August 24, 2026
SHAME WAS EATING ME ALIVE
There was a time when I felt absolutely horrible about myself. The self-loathing and disgust I felt toward the person I had become were ripping me apart from the inside.
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