Born in Dallas, Texas, I grew up in a normal as can be middle class family of four. I was brought up with a good sense of values and hard work. I also learned somewhere along the way that I should keep my problems to myself, as if they didn't exist. Needless to say, this didn't serve me well.
I found success in my career, which took me on a decade long tour of the United States, but there was never enough. I was never enough.
I'll never know when drinking alcohol turned from an activity to an addiction. I kept it to myself, all the while believing that nobody was being hurt. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I found recovery in my early 40s by God's grace alone. For the longest time, I knew I had a problem, but had no solution that worked. I had tried just about everything to manage my life... except for asking for help. On March 23, 2010, I found the courage to face my problems. This blog is designed to share my experience in recovery.