Scroll below to start reading my personal story of recovery, but first you might want to start one of the interviews below.
If you want to hear me share various parts of my story you can listen to two interviews below, both which I share personal details of my recovery, as well as other important topics around alcoholism, addiction and recovery.
One is with James Ross, someone who has worked with thousands of people that have loved ones struggling with addiction. And the other is on the show Your Life Matters.
Your Life Matters Interview
James Ross Interview
Today is a Great Day!
As cheesy as it sounds, I do believe that every day I am sober is a great day. Thanks for coming to check out my story! It is a long one, but I separated it into somewhat logical sections so feel free to hop around. There are so many directions I can go and details I can give with this story, but I am going to try to stay focused on the story of my drinking, or as some call it the drunk-a-log, and then of course finish up with how I finally got sober and where I am at today. First I want to let you know a little bit about myself and my background. I live near Denver, Colorado and have been lucky enough to live all over this state since the early 1990’s. I have a beautiful and talented wife, who managed to put up with me all of the years I was struggling with alcoholism, and 2 amazing daughters who are 12 and 9.
My career, at least prior to getting sober, is in System Engineering (Information Technology – think home computers and applications but in a much larger scale). I also hold a variety of related and unrelated degrees, although I do have a masters degree is in Computer Science. Overall I would say, and I think most would agree, that I don’t fit the typical Engineer stereotype, as I am sure you will see as you get to know me better in my posts and videos on this site. Also I think most would refer to me as a functional alcoholic – I was able to maintain a successful career throughout my drinking and had a relatively high bottom (which for those of you new to the terminology just has to do with how much you lose in your life before you finally get sober). But as you will read below not only did I put at risk everything I cared about in my life for drinking, but alcohol almost took my life at least once and I was at the very least on pace to shave tens of years off the end of it. My last drink was on August 16th, 2007 and I have gratefully not really been tempted since that day.
As I mentioned on the home page of this website my life has completely transformed since getting sober, and although I don’t want to spend a lot of time going over all of that right now I do want to share the most obvious outward change, which is the physical one. During my height of drinking over the final few years I was as heavy as 248 pounds. Today I am proud to say that my weight is right around 180 and I have more lean muscle then I ever have had in my life. But to be clear this isn’t something that changed a lot in my first year of sobriety, but once I actually became happy and excited about being sober I was finally able to start accomplishing and maintaining all of my health goals that I had wanted all my life. So here are a few photos demonstrating the physical change – a collage of before photos from only a few years back and a photo from Summer 2009 after finishing a 14.5 mile half marathon to the top of Vail mountain. Scroll all the way to the bottom for my final and most recent photos.
Early 2004 – Mid 2006 (As Much as 70 lbs Heavier)
Vail 14.5 Marathon – My First Race – Summer 2009
Younger Years, Drunken Underwater Floating & Teen Institute
To start, I don’t really fit the profile of an alcoholic, at least from the genetics or family history perspective. No one in my family, at least that I was ever exposed to, is an alcoholic. My Mom barely drinks and my Dad drinks, but is a normal social drinker. And overall I was lucky to have great parents. I faced a couple challenges growing up, but nothing so significant that I believe it ended up being a major contributing factor to the struggles with alcohol that I faced for almost 18 years of my life. Apparently my first exposure to alcohol came when I was 5 years old. My older brother pointed the way to a screw top bottle of wine kept in a lower cupboard (lesson number one of where NOT to store your alcohol if you have children) and told me “It will make you feel better”. Little did I know I would spend a high percentage of my adult life chasing this feeling.
I have no idea how many times I drank wine at this age, but I do know that one night when I was supposed to be sleeping my parents heard something in the kitchen and came in to find me drinking out of the bottle. It is hard for me not to find some irony in the fact that this occurrence would be replayed many times as an adult. My next exposure to alcohol came over the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I spent the night at a friends house and three of us drank his parents vodka, specifically screwdrivers. To this day I still have a vivid memory of being thrown in the water completely wasted – the best way to describe the feeling I had was if you have seen the movie “The Graduate” where Dustin Hoffman is floating in the pool under the water. If my friends had not dragged me out there is no doubt I would have quickly became a statistic before my life really began. And as you can imagine this ended up not being a good experience. I got very sick that night and felt sick the next three days. On a positive side that experience created a strong aversion to alcohol, as well as giving me added interest in joining Teen Institute in high school (teens against drugs and alcohol).
During my 20’s my friends often were humored by this fact and reminded me of it when I was drunk. It wasn’t until New Year’s eve of my senior year of high school that I drank again, where a friend of mine and I rang in the new year sharing a six pack. This would mark the first of 17 straight New Years Eves where I was drunk.
14 Years Old
Me and My Great Dane
What do 3 Colleges, Mexico and Costa Rica have in Common?
In middle of my junior year of high school I moved to Cleveland Heights, Ohio (from Lorain, OH) to live with my Dad. I moved because I was not happy in high school and it was no surprise that this did not change after moving. But in the middle of my senior year I found out I had enough credits to graduate high school early. This marked the start of my real drinking “career”, and created a strong sense of identity and association to drinking and my overall level of happiness. From the start I began to recognize and reinforce that drinking equaled belonging, fun and friends. Once I knew I was done with high school I moved to Keystone, Colorado to work at the ski resort and basically be a ski bum for a few months. My brother was going to the University of Colorado in Boulder at this time and he mentioned to me the job opportunity, so within a 24 hour period of time I flew to Denver, took a shuttle up to Dillon, got hired for a job that afternoon and started the job the next morning, as well as moving into the dorms at the base of Keystone Mountain.
I will always remember my first exposure to this world. Here I was, this innocent 17 year old teenager that had drank 2 times in my life and never been exposed to drugs, and had in fact had built some pretty strong negative opinions of those that did drugs. At 6:00 AM, with a bit of altitude sickness from going from Ohio (near sea level) to the top of a Keystone mountain (over 11,000 feet) in less than 24 hours, I got into a Gondola to start my new job at “Soups On”. One of the employees, in a gondola full of about 6 employees, joked that “his doctor” prescribed him this medicine as he preceded to light up a bowl right there with all of us comfortably close to each other. No one else joined in or was even offered to join in, but also no one seemed to think anything of it. After 4 months living in Keystone, Colorado, I moved back to Ohio for a summer job at Cedar Point (an amusement park in Sandusky, OH) after which I started my college career – the real training and support group that any budding alcoholic needs to develop his craft :).
Between a year off gaining in state residency in Colorado, two study abroad programs (one in Costa Rica and one in Mexico) and 3 different colleges (University of Colorado at Boulder, Colorado State University and Ferris State University) I ended up graduating with my Bachelors Degree in May of 1997 with almost double the amount of credits I actually needed, and college loans to prove it. College life suited me well, as I tended to do real well in my classes and the flexibility and exposure to all the college students allowed me to drink as much as I wanted to, without really feeling like I had much of a problem because I was always surrounded by people that really had the problem. The truth is I always knew I had a problem with alcohol and I wasn’t one of those alcoholics in denial about it – I even found a journal I had when I was 21 where I wrote some about my concerns with my drinking. Over these 7 years my drinking progressed from probably 3 or 4 times a week to closer to 6 times a week, but during this stage I always had people around me partying a lot and therefore I never had to hide it and always had someone to drink with, which really helped mask the problem a bit for me. The main problem for me were the nights I didn’t drink I was always thinking about drinking and clearly my future wife, who I met when I was 19, noticed how often I drank and started to have some concerns towards the end of my college years about it.
Also during this time I had a great opportunity to study Spanish in Guadalajara, Mexico for 4 months. Although I learned a lot about the Mexican culture and became proficient in Spanish I also drank heavily while there. The fact that I had no family, friends or my girlfriend there and the great exchange rate gave me complete and total freedom to drink as much as I wanted. I traveled to the beaches many weekends and drank countless shots of Tequila while out with locals and newly made friends in the study abroad program. As I found out throughout my drinking career the times where I “raised the bar” on my drinking really was just a foreshadowing of how I would eventually be drinking on a regular basis, and this proved to be no different.
Early College Years
Partying in Mexico – My Long Hair Stage
Reality (and vodka) sets in…college days fade away…
The big shift in my drinking for me really came after I graduated and started working a regular full-time job. My Bachelors degree in Environmental Science didn’t put me in a great position for a career I wanted so I went into sales, which was the worst career path I could have chosen. Of course I continued to drink, but now I was living with my fiance and was not on or near college campus or friends any more, so instead of being walking distance from bars and friends I either had to drive, get a ride or drink at home. I was always pretty adamant about not drinking and driving, and getting rides to and from bars and friends houses was certainly not easy to do frequently, so I was left with the only alternative that I saw, which was drinking alone.
My wife drank, but less and less as she got older, and as she saw my continued abuse of alcohol she became less and less enamored with drinking in general. This is where my 10 year love story with vodka began, and one that seems countless alcoholics go through. My wife might drink a glass or two of wine with me, but I certainly had no interest in ever only having one or two drinks, in fact I found that more annoying to even bother, so the only way I could deal was by drinking vodka on the side to give me the buzz I craved. So I started the cycle of constantly hiding, drinking and disposing of hidden vodka bottles or shooters (tiny bottles of liquor – think airplane bottles). This is a cycle that would end up replaying itself on and off for years to come, no matter how hard I wanted and tried to stop.
Graduation, May – 1997
Married Life & My First Breakdown
A little over a year after graduation my girlfriend and I got married and we went on our honeymoon, which included a 3 day “all inclusive” food and drink stay in the Bahamas. Of course I drank a lot over the honeymoon and when I got home I hardly slowed down. About 3 months after we got married I had my first real breakdown. Little did I know that this breakdown was just the beginning of almost 9 years of unfulfilled promises of sobriety to myself, my wife and various friends and family. On this first occasion I was at my best friends house in Boulder. At this point my wife and I had moved into a smaller downstairs portion of a house in Denver and I had come up to Boulder for the day/night to watch the CU Buffaloes football team play. My wife joined us after the game and was going to spend the night as well. I had drank a fair amount, even more than usual although I don’t recall exactly how much, and I woke up in middle of the night and just started to cry and told my wife that I thought I was an alcoholic and had to quit drinking. I told my best friend this as well and that marked the start of my first attempt to get sober.
I tried the marijuana maintenance plan, which basically means smoke pot instead of drink alcohol, and of course you can imagine how successful trading out one addiction for another was. I did manage to not drink for the next 2 1/2 months, and then I had an opportunity to go see the Denver Broncos play in a playoff game at Mile High Stadium. There was no way I could think about going to a sporting event, let alone a playoff game, without drinking, so I decided to drink that night. At this point I had re-earned enough of my wifes trust and had convinced her that I was going to keep it under control that she was ok with it, or at least ok enough to not make a big deal about it.
Over the course of the next six months my drinking slowly escalated, drinking more and more often and hiding more and more alcohol. During this time I also had went back to school for a six month post bachelor degree program in Information Technology, which I loved, and which helped me get in a much better place with my career. This also meant my drinking was a bit easier to control since I was in a better place overall. This ended up leading to a great job at the end of 1999, which sent me down a real career path that truly excited me. Over roughly the next three years I made no attempt to quit drinking, rather I drank on a very regular basis, probably 5-6 nights a week, and got in the habit of drinking a lot of boxed wine and supplementing that with vodka shooters (the tiny bottles of liquor – think airplanes).
Both of these allowed me to somewhat effectively, or so I liked to think, hide the quantity I was drinking. I also got very used to playing the musical wine box game where I would constantly be shifting out the wine box as it got over halfway gone, trying to mask how many boxes of wine I was going through a week and always keeping one in my trunk of my car to rotate in.
My First Daughter, First Ultimatum & Fear of AA
The next pivotal stage in my drinking came in mid 2003. We had our first daughter in 2002. The first year of being parents for my wife and I was nothing short of challenging, even with how exciting it was to bring this beautiful healthy young girl into our lives. My wife was finishing up her Masters degree in Psychology and I was very busy with work and getting certifications related to my career, and of course trying to juggle the challenges around drinking almost nightly.
At the start of the summer of 2004 I got my first ultimatum from my wife, which was simply that I quit drinking and also get professional help, although she really wanted me to go to AA she would settle with me going to a therapist. NOTE – After my wife reading this she nicely reminded me this was not my first ultimatum so I guess I conveniently wiped some of these memories from my head :). I had always refused to do AA based on a completely illogical list of reasons that simply boiled down to fear, but I did reluctantly agree to go to a therapist. That summer marked the first time I was really able to make some progress towards getting sober for good.
I managed to stay sober for 3 months and I was working out and eating healthy. My weight got down to the lightest I had been since getting married, but I still was not comfortable with my sobriety and I knew that unless I made some changes on the inside I would start drinking again. During this time I was seeing a therapist and that was going fine, but I felt it was not making a big difference in my life. The one thing I continued to notice during this time is how obsessively I would think about and plan my next time I could or would drink, which really clarified to me it was not a matter of if I would drink again, but when. In September of that year my wife and I flew back East for the wedding of two of our best friends from college.
My plan at first was not to drink, but quickly being around all my old friends and influences I gave in and drank some, promising to my wife that I would stop drinking again when I got home. Of course this opened the door back up for me, and the cravings. The rest of that year I managed control my drinking quite effectively, and when I did drink I was pretty good at keeping it hidden from my wife, but the problem was still there and it was only a matter of time before I was back to my old ways, or worse.
Warmth, Tingling, Power & Excitement – no more…
The end of 2003 and start of 2004 marked another really tough stage in my life – the impossible situation where I felt I could not win if I was drinking and I could not win if I was sober. I truly did not believe I could really be happy sober and I also knew that if I kept drinking I would destroy my health, marriage and who knows what else. Let alone the highs from drinking had started to change. The warmth in the stomach, tingling sensation of the right mix of alcohol in my body, the sense of power and excitement rushing through me, all of this lasted less and less long. It is hard to capture in words how lost you feel when you don’t feel you can make any decision that will lead you to being happy, and I was right in the thick of that, but not temporarily, rather unfortunately for the next 3 years. Slowly my drinking picked back up and I was hiding it as much as possible and the company I was working for was bought out, so I was back on the market for a new job. Of course I was under the perception that to find a new job and keep it I had to be able to go out socially and drink, so quiting drinking would mean I could not support my family.
Around this time we got pregnant with our second child and were looking at buying our first house as well. So at almost the exact same time I found a new job, we found a new house and we prepared for our new baby coming in only a few months. No surprise that this is where my drinking started to pick up again. For a couple months we had the place we were renting and the new house, so I would spend lots of nights there working on things around the house and drinking. Also my new job required a bit more travel then previous jobs (still only 4-5 weeks a year), so I had some time on my own there which I always spent the evenings drinking considerable amounts of alcohol. All of this lead to me eventually surpassing where I was at before with relation to how much and how often I was drinking.
A Drunken Decision (And Mistake) to Shave My Head
ER Visits, Doctors Warnings & A Trip to Vegas
At this stage my drinking over the years had really started to have a significant impact on every aspect of my life. My health concerns were becoming very real, with my blood work numbers coming back at very concerning levels in many areas and actually hitting a weight that classified me as obese. I was asked on many occasions by my various doctors how much I drank because of my elevated liver numbers and triglycerides. I also had a scare of what I thought was a heart attack, but embarrassingly enough ended up being just bad indigestion that was caused by my excessive drinking. Even with the doctors warnings, the ER scare and my wifes continued plea’s to get me to stop drinking I was not able to overcome the power of the addiction. I would try for a week or two and then just give up. I tried a variety of things, including hypnotherapy and all kinds of the other methods many try, but none worked for me.
Finally in October of 2006 my wife gave me a second ultimatum, she started going to Al Anon and also insisted we go to a psychologist. So I attempted to quit drinking again, which for me represented my 3rd real attempt at quiting, even though I had countless other times where I said to myself I was quiting or changing. But at the end of that month I had a conference in Las Vegas and my wife was actually going to come with me for the first few days while her parents watched our kids, which was our first trip out of the state away from the children (at this point they were 4 and 2). My wife somewhat reluctantly agreed to let me drink shortly after we arrived, seemingly impacted as well from all the lights and hustle and bustle of Vegas. Of course this was all I needed to excuse myself and go find and buy shooters that were sold all over the hotels in Vegas, which made it very easy to drink without advertising it blatantly to her. A couple days later she left and the rest of that week was pretty dark for me, and also marks another major shift of perception around my drinking. I pretty much drank from the moment I woke up until I passed out each night while in Vegas and didn’t attend any of the conference. I had rationalized this because our company was bought, and once again my days were numbered due to another company buyout until they relocated our data center.
During the rest of the trip I had some friends come out to visit and the ironic thing is what was supposed to be a ton of fun simply wasn’t, and it clearly marked to me where alcohol had reached that point in my life where I desperately felt like I needed it, but it didn’t give me what I wanted or what I perceived it did for me. I got back from that trip and of course kept drinking, on and off, but in mid December I reached another low point and told my wife I was drinking through the holidays and that there was nothing she could do about it. And of course that is exactly what I did, and once again it really was not fun at all. My mom and step-dad were in town for this holiday and there were several embarrassing moments.
Las Vegas in 2006
3rd Ultimatum & the Shooter Bowl Temptation
On January 5th, 2007 I was at working late and I got several calls and urgent messages from my wife. Her parents were in town visiting and they all moved a piece of furniture and found one of my hidden vodka pints, which understandably triggered her. As good as I tried to be at hiding my liquor I was never as good as I thought I was, but it amazed me at how effective I was at finishing the alcohol in them before forgetting where I left them. Anyway, she at first told me to not come home for the next week. I knew this was it for me, and I knew I was ready to finally make the change. So I agreed to do what I had so adamantly disagreed with doing all along, which was go to AA.
When I told her I would do this she did let me come home the next day and this time I stayed sober for 28 days. Then Super Bowl Sunday came around. I wasn’t planning on drinking that day, but that morning all of sudden I remembered that I left six shooters at my friends house the last day I drank, so I decided that morning I was going to go over to his house for the game and drink those.
Suicide Thoughts & Despair
The next few months were some of the toughest of my life, because I was so overwhelmed with the desire to drink, yet I knew every time I drank I was getting closer to losing my wife and kids. I later found out that my wife had initiated a conversation with a divorce lawyer and any day she was going to leave with the kids. And if I lost them I had no clue where or what would happen to my life because that could really lead to my drinking spiraling out of control. I was still going to AA meetings occasionally, but was not really invested in them and certainly was not willing to get a sponsor. I would not drink for a few days and sometimes as long as a week or two, and then I would drink again. But instead of drinking in a controllable fashion like I more or less used to, I would binge drink. I would decide to drink and take on the attitude that if I was going to drink I might as well go all out and make the most out of it.
It is hard to capture in words how tough this time was for me, as I really didn’t want to drink anymore, but I felt like life was not worth living without alcohol. I knew how much damage it was doing to me physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially, yet I was consumed with desire to drink and when I wasn’t drinking I was planning the next time I would. And when I was drinking I was lost in my own selfish alcoholic world. I was unable to live in the moment at all because alcohol constantly pulled me from it, whether I was drinking at that moment or not. For the first time in my life I reached a point where suicide entered my thoughts on a semi-regular basis. Thankfully I never gave them serious consideration and I knew that wasn’t what I really wanted, but I started thinking on a regular basis that I would just rather die. As much as I loved my children and wife, and the rest of my family, I desperately feared that I could not be the husband, father, son or brother that I wanted to be because alcohol would always be my first love and first priority.
A Not So Happy Birthday – April 2007 at The Melting Pot
My Burning Bush & The Unintentional Help of a Friend
The something happened that changed my perspective in a way that would change my life forever. I woke up one Thursday morning in late April of 2007 in our guest bedroom, which I started to frequent more and more over time with my drinking. After coming upstairs my wife told me that my oldest daughter, who recently turned 5, thought I was going to die and that I had to talk to her before I left for work. My initial reaction was anger and I thought my wife was lying, but I knew I still had to talk to her just in case she was telling the truth. She shared with me that she had a feeling that I was going to die and she didn’t know why or where that feeling came from, but it was clear she was very upset by it. One thing that struck me about this is death is something, especially up to this point in her life, she has had virtually no exposure to. No family members, pets or friends had died and we kept her very protected from movies and TV, so death was a concept she had barely been exposed to at this young age, yet she was overcome by this feeling. The feelings this aroused in me were the most intense I had experienced in my life. This incredibly sweet and innocent child, who I love more than anything I have ever loved in my life, was telling me she thought she was going to lose her Daddy. This thought was unbearable to me. She had no idea why or where it came from, but I certainly did. Call it God, a higher power, divine intervention, or just a children’s intuition, it didn’t matter, she was 100% right. I was absolutely going to die and I was going to die from alcohol, and if I continued down my path it would be sooner rather than later. I had always lived with a belief that I was a good, if not great, father, even with my drinking, but what hurt so much about this conversation was I realized I wasn’t. And not because my drinking might take away my daughter’s father, but because my drinking had already taken away her father.
Finally I felt I hit the bottom I needed to make the change for good in my life. Thankfully another wonderful thing happened shortly after this which was a key part of my journey. An alcoholic friend I had for years finally decided he needed help and wanted to start going to AA so he contacted me. I was enthralled to have a friend that I could go to meetings with, and as they say in AA someone to share strength, experience and hope with. Over two weeks we went to numerous meetings together in the area and I quickly found the perfect home meeting for me. My real journey with AA had begun and my life was about to take an immediate turn for the better. Unfortunately my friend only stayed sober for those two weeks, but it ended up playing a significant role in my sobriety because I had struggled the previous four months at gaining the confidence to attend AA meetings, and his contact and two weeks with me attending meetings was exactly what I needed at that time in my life.
The Last & Luckiest Drink of My Life
I would love to say that from that point forward I stayed sober and life was perfect, but it was not meant to be just yet. After only 13 days of sobriety a business trip back to my old home town of Cleveland led to a serious relapse. Thankfully the work obligations were minimal there, so the drinking did not have a negative impact to my job, but when I came home I drank all weekend, and to this day it is one of the worst weekends of my life. I had numerous breakdowns and was feeling completely defeated and hopeless and started to doubt I would ever be able to get sober. But I went back to the AA meetings, found strength from people attending, and got a sponsor.
This time felt real, and it felt like I really was going to make it. And I had just started a new job, a place where I was ecstatic to be at and felt I would have a long successful career at. But the second week of work they needed me to travel out of town for training, and this definitely scared me. Business trips were not something that staying sober for was even remotely easy, but I felt confident, setup a plan with my sponsor, found meetings nearby and thought I would be fine. I arrived and walked off the airplane and was overcome by the strongest craving to drink in my life, something that completely shocked me. I had never felt such a strong desire in my life to do something, yet somehow that night as I stood outside a bar for 30 minutes I avoided walking in and stayed sober. The next day was a different story. All day long in training I thought about drinking. I even wrote a pros and cons list. By the middle of the day I knew I would be drinking and I immediately bought a bottle of Captain Morgans.
Once again the alcohol had the opposite affect and I felt lonely and sad after drinking 2/3rds a liter. I called the local AA hotline to talk to someone and to make sure I had someone coming to pick me up the next day so I wouldn’t drink, but there was no answer. I tried for almost an hour, confirmed the number, but apparently the person who had the hotline that night was not answering. Of course I took that as a sign to keep drinking, or really just an excuse. So the next night I drank again, and this time too much and I woke up in the morning and got sick. That wore off by about noon that day and I started drinking again. At some point that night I passed out and I woke up in the morning with vomit all over me, my hotel room bed and a littered path to the toilet, and no memory of the previous 12 hours which I was apparently blacked out, passed out and puking. That morning I awakened to how serious my problem was and how critical it was that I never drink again. Gratefully I have been sober since that fateful summer night.
2009 & My First Marathon
As I mentioned at the start and on the main page of this site, since that last time drinking my life has changed in ways that I always dreamed was possible, but never really thought were possible. Below is a photo taken in Fall of 2009 which for me really captures how much I have changed physically. The physical transformation is all a manifestation of the changes I have made on the inside.
The photo below is one I am very proud of, which was getting the chance to meet one of my heroes Bill Phillips (New York Times Best Selling Author of Body for Life). And of course my beautiful wife is in this photo as well. Below this photo you can see a photo of when I finished my first marathon, something that was very exciting to me.
Me and My Beautiful Wife with Bill Phillips
After the Marathon with Bill Phillips
What the Future Holds
I was reviewing this page and realized it has been quite a long time since I updated it, and it is exciting to think how far I have come from the last update. It ranges from launching my 30-Day Sobriety Solution and being able to play a role in numerous people’s recovery, attending all kinds of amazing conferences with some of my heroes like Tony Robbins & Jack Canfield, to getting a book publishing deal, being interviewed internationally over 50 times on radio stations as a “sobriety expert”, to getting my certification in life coaching, quitting my six figure job as an engineer to focus on working with others in recovery, joining the Board of Directors for two great non-profit organizations in recovery and last, but not least, just hitting my 6 year sobriety anniversary. And really this is just a few of the things. Check out the About Me page to find out a little more.
Best of luck in your pathway to sobriety, or continued sobriety. I look forward to hearing from you.
Warmest Regards, Dave Andrews