Wake Up, Grow Up, Show Up

My handwriting is not the only thing that suffered in the throes of my addiction, but it was a physical indication and a perfect metaphor of what my life was like. It was extremely messy and impossible to read. Impulse control was gone, and insanity had consumed my soul.

The poems in this book outline the progression of one addicts recovery throughout the rehabilitation process emotionally, physically, and spiritually. My hope is that any addict or alcoholic will know that recovery is possible. There is hope for a better life.