My Bottle, My Resentments and Me
I had a hard time giving up the anger at my ex-wife for taking my kids, at the man who murdered my mother, and for my father at what I felt was deserting me. But these resentments eased with time as I began to understand my own defects of character. From childhood trauma to skid row drunk, this hobo finally found a higher power, bringing sobriety and a long-lost family. Don't give up until the miracle happens. Read Full story here.