Never has nostalgia held stronger sway; never has the belief in the redemptive possibilities of the future seemed so laughable.

The fear of the drugs running out is managable-the fear of time running down isn’t.

Life isn’t like a Full House episode. There isn’t going to be an easy out to every conflict. There is no milkman, paperboy, or evening TV. There are good moments and bad moments and not...

Resentment is like a drug. Once you pick it up, it will only get worse and worse until you surrender and do the work to let it go.

It is time to embrace mental health and substance use/abuse as illnesses. Addiction is a disease.

Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word ‘new’ lose it’s luster? Now the past is supposed to hold...

It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I’d imagined for myself twenty years earlier, and the reality…it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug...