I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

Sometimes, out of really horrible things come really beautiful things.

Four years into the life of my son, I realize I'm so in love with him and he's so in love with me that if I don't find that lifelong partner out there, it's okay.

You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.

I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.

The fact that I was a junkie for a long time is only one slice of my own personal pie, which is made up of a lot of different slices.

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.