I BLANK NJ Blog

It’s fitting that Thanksgiving was so late this year because I’m still basking in a glow of gratitude. This morning I woke up seven years sober. That’s 2,557 days with no hangovers, no blackouts, no existential dread …okay that last one hasn’t gone away completely, but now when dread sits on my chest, it weighs a lot less. At times, especially in the beginning, it was incredibly hard, but miraculously it’s gotten easier every year, even if it isn’t easy every second of every

I spent the past five days almost completely alone, isolating with a – thankfully mild –  case of COVID that I didn’t want to pass on to...