selected writing
I write about the thing nobody posts about. The nightly wine and snack spiral that hides behind a good job, a kitchen that's clean again by morning, and a face that looks completely fine.
If you have ever woken at 3am doing the math on what you drank and ate, swearing tomorrow is different, you already know what I write about.
These pieces are here to read quietly. No one has to know you’re here.
Couldn't Manage One Glass of Wine
The disciplined person you are at work doesn't vanish at 7PM because you're weak. The neuroscience of why willpower fails exactly when you need it most, and why the person you become at night isn't who you are.
Running on 40 Percent
I ran on 40% capacity for three decades. The other 60% was managing the secret. The exhaustion you can't explain isn't your age or your job. It's the program running in the background, and this is what came back when I shut it off.
My $110,760 Soberversary
I bought my dream car in cash with the money I used to pour down the drain. What you stand to gain when you stop spending on the thing that's quietly costing you everything, and the better question hiding underneath the number.
Why Joy Scared Me
When the joy finally came, it terrified me more than any hard night ever had. On foreboding joy, and why the life waiting on the other side is bigger than you let yourself imagine.
The 90-Second Wave
A craving is a wave. It crests, then it breaks, in less than 90 seconds. The one tool I wish someone had handed me in month one, and the simple reason white-knuckling never works. Something you can do tonight.
I Didn't Have a Rock Bottom
I had a window office and a 6-figure salary. The composure was the whole job. You don't need a dramatic crisis to deserve a different life. For the ones who look fine from the outside, whose doctors aren't worried and whose colleagues would never guess.
More where this came from.
I send one piece like these most Thursdays. The same honesty, straight to your inbox, quietly and privately.
No spam. No pitch. Just the truth nobody told me.
If you saw yourself anywhere in this, that's exactly who I wrote it for. I work with adults breaking the nightly wine and snack spiral, quietly and without meetings or therapy.