A Kintsugi Tale

With the millions of “chosen” ones who are desperately involved in addiction, the world will pose bleak. I have struggled with my disease for more than a decade, and have finally come to light with it. We are archenemies but forever bound by the mental state I encompass.

No matter how hard I try or how desperate my prayers can be I will always have these worries on my shelf.

Seemingly pathetic to those from an outside perspective, we portray the illusion of broken down, ragged pieces in a crumbling game between Satan and himself. We are viewed as hopeless individuals with a “controllable niche”. To the ones outside of family and friends that never experience the devastation first-hand, we are curable. I am here to add to the word that there is NO cure for addiction but feats that can be made.

I’ve been a drinker since the day I was handed my first beer. I found the escape in every empty bottle, watching my concerns diminish with the liquid. I drank to cover up: relationship fears, social anxiety, work disagreements, and financial obligations. I was able to avoid some of life’s most precious times and drink myself to homelessness and rock bottom.
Upon my last arrest more than two years ago, I committed myself to get sober and enrolled in rehabilitation courses. As broken and fearful as I was, I trudged on with the support of my incredible family. My wife, father…