Day 1,466: Sympathy for the Devil

Saturday was my fourth soberversary. I went into the archives looking for my third anniversary post, thinking I'd write something about what's changed since then. Turns out I didn't write an anniversary post last year. But I did write one starting like this about a month before my third: "My heart: I’ve been working hard…

Day 1,119 (+3): Talking with Belle

Belle from Tired of Thinking About Drinking changed my life, full stop. So when she asked me to be on her podcast, I had one of those Wayne-and-Garth "I'm not worthy!" moments. Like I should be asking her to be on my podcast, you know? Except I don't have a podcast, of course. So the only real option was…

Day 1,073: Going Long

"Physical pain?" my shrink says. "None," I answer. "Fatigue?" "A little." It's a standard inventory that she goes through every week, with all her patients, not just me. (Well, I don't think it's just me. Oh my god. Do you think it's just me?) A list of life elements to which I answer lots, some, a little, or none. Depression, anxiety,…