As a depressive, I fear that hole. Once it appears, I know I’ll fall into it. My poor daughter, an addict now in early recovery, is a depressive, too, but also frequently crashed, too. I don’t know how she endured it. I admire her. She’s endured more than I ever could — yet here she is, sober again, trying to put back together the shattered pieces of her life.

I admire you, too, and anyone who recovers from drug addiction. I seem unable to just stay off cigarettes.

Congratulations on your sobriety and thanks for sharing your story.

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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