Brothers and Sisters in Recovery 🙏 Yesterday was sobering — no pun intended. I learned that my very good friend’s stepbrother passed away from an overdose. It hit hard. Real hard. Because every one of us knows the truth deep down… this disease does not play fair. Addiction does not care about age, family, intelligence, kindness, or potential. It steals sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, and friends. It leaves empty chairs at dinner tables and broken hearts that never fully heal. And the hardest part? Most of us know that person could have been us. Some of us have overdosed and somehow made it back. Some of us woke up in hospital beds. Some of us were brought back with Narcan. Some of us buried friends we laughed with just weeks before. We’ve watched addiction turn beautiful souls into statistics. That reality should shake every recovering addict to the core. But here’s what I also know: recovery gives us a responsibility. We are not just staying clean for ourselves anymore. We ar...
Brothers and Sisters in Recovery 🙏 I am going to go to the left a little today and talk about music. Music can be a double-edged sword to some of us because a song can become a trigger. A certain lyric, a beat, a memory tied to a song can take us right back to places we fought hard to escape. That is real, and it is something many of us deal with in recovery. But today I want to talk about the other side of music — the healing side. Music can save lives too. There are songs that speak to pain when nobody else understands it. Songs that remind us we are not alone. Songs that give us strength when our minds are trying to drag us backward. Sometimes music becomes the voice we cannot find inside ourselves during difficult moments. There have been nights where some of us sat alone fighting cravings, fighting depression, fighting guilt, shame, loneliness, or fear — and somehow a song carried us through the storm long enough to make it to tomorrow. That is powerful. Music has a w...