I'm an artist and I get very attached to my own little ditties.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

Having a moment of clarity was one thing; I'd had moments like that before. It had to be followed with a dedicated push of daily exercise. It's a trite axiom, but practice DOES make perfect. If you want to be a strong swimmer or an accomplished musician, you have to practice. It's the same with sobriety, though the stakes are higher. If you don't practice your program every day, you're putting yourself in a position where you could fly out of the orbit one more time.

Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

I know my dad is a big Internet freak, and he's been known to be a Wikileaker.

I know whatever my father did, in his own way, he still loved me.