Historias de Sobriety

(Based on the 2001 Series 'The Closer') Loosely based off the plot of Season 7, Episode 14. When a young motorcyclist, Gracie Ann Gates, is struck and paralysed in a hit-and-run incident, the primary witness, Lieutenant Andy Flynn is a mess. The Priority Homicide Division takes full reign on the case and investigation when they discover the car belongs to Richard Thorne, one of the county's most revered defense lawyers, and senior managing partner at an white-collar criminal defense firm. Their primary suspect, the daughter of the car's owner; Blake Thorne, who unlike her father, has a long list of faults, misdemeanours and charges. Finding the car that did this is easy, but getting the one inside to admit to doing it is going to be a whole different ball game. And it's one Flynn can't handle alone. The investigation is launched and it's a manhunt... or a teenhunt more like. Flynn intends to get justice for Gracie. He will get Blake Thorne to confess or lose his badge trying.

Inspired by Mötley Crüe's Nikki Sixx; here i wanted to share my own "Heroin Diaries"... only with a slight difference: focusing on sobriety only... #LivingTheSoberWay #SixxWaysOfLife #AddictionDiaries #BeautifulInSobriety #HeroinDiaries #HeroinIsNotMyFriend #VodkaIsNotMyFriend #AddictionDiaries #SobrietyFuckingRocks !!!

There was a version of my husband I didn't meet until years into our marriage. This is the story of what happened when I did - and the love that held on through all of it. Three babies in three years, and a secret only I carried for far longer than anyone knew. This isn't his story. It's mine - the silence, the strength, and the love that never left, even in the hardest years. We didn't just survive it. We grew into something neither of us knew we could be.

Cover by All_of_them This is a story unlike any other. A story with a unique love triangle. A love story between the Father, the son and the unholy beverage.

Building a life after getting sober. I joined a sober-curious group and we were invited to write an alcohol autobiography. Here is my story, then and now. By a 48 year old wife and mother of two, living in Montana.

The best and worst lesson of my life.

A series of poems written by author as they navigate their recovery and healing journey.

My safe place used to be the night but that's had to change.

"The Den's Redemption" is a gripping sports drama that follows Danny Carver, a Bermondsey lad whose football dreams ignite at Millwall FC. Rising from the terraces to become the club's talismanic striker, Danny scores breathtaking goals and lifts the Championship trophy in 2026, embodying the grit and glory of The Den. But glory is fleeting-after an ACL injury in 2028 and Millwall's relegation, a missed penalty against Southampton haunts him, triggering a devastating descent into alcoholism. The once-heroic figure stumbles through empty whiskey bottles in his countryside mansion, losing the support of fans, his captaincy, and his wife Ella, a sports journalist who walks away in despair. Rock bottom arrives in 2030 with a public intoxication arrest, but a flicker of hope emerges through Tommy Reardon's mentorship and a three-month rehab stint. Sober and humbled, Danny rebuilds as a youth coach, earning back The Den's trust. By 2035, at age 33, he takes the manager's helm, leading Millwall with tactical prowess in a comeback victory against Queens Park Rangers. The crowd's chants reignite, and with Ella and their son Tommy Jr. by his side, Danny crafts a new legacy-loyalty over fame, resilience over ruin. This story weaves the raw passion of English football with a deeply personal narrative of addiction and recovery. Set against the working-class soul of South London, it explores themes of redemption, love, and community, as Danny transforms from a fallen star to a redeemed leader. With vivid match-day tension and emotional introspection, "The Den's Redemption" celebrates the underdog spirit, where the roar of the stands becomes a beacon of hope. Perfect for football fans and readers who cherish stories of second chances, this tale proves that true glory lies in the fight to rise again.

A night I don't remember taught me what survival actually looks like. This is the story of how a pouch of chewing tobacco, two cops, and a blackout became the first step toward sobriety. - From my ongoing collection, "Barbed Wire Psalms". (Part 1 of 8)

Timiko is a 17 Year old African American girl who just graduated high school ,She is considering going to college .However she struggles with a series of mental issues ,which causes her issues over the summer .These actions will cause her to make a daring choice .UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY !!!

"They say every sunrise brings a second chance. I just needed one to believe in myself again." For 33 days, I prioritized clarity instead of chaos, truth instead of escape, and healing instead of hiding. This is my raw and unvarnished experience of my first month of sobriety - the struggles and cravings, the confessions, the quiet victories, and the nights that could have broken me. Thirty-Three Sunrises is not a story of letting go. It's of what I discovered in the quiet that was to come. If you've ever felt alone, lost, or like you're waging a battle no one can see, this book is for you.

Nothing.

"Hello my love" was how I greeted her every single time. Every single malt scotch placed before me. The fellow drinkers at my sides, whether they were my fellows or not, I could feel their glances, their gazes and stares as I said the words. As if I was crazy. I didn't have many fellows left in my life, so perhaps I was crazy. Crazy for the drink I was. She was crazy for me, too.

The beginning of a beautiful path to healing, in words written from my heart.

December 8 THE WAY I DO IT Cooking by smell, parking by ear, recovering by touch.  The latter has to be done this way; I cannot see into the black-box technology, which keeps me sober.  Feel through the resentments, pain, sadness, joy; find myself under a pile of rags with a match in my hand.  The many times the steps have saved me from becoming a human torch are balanced by the weight of the rope, woven from these same rags, that together we use to drag one another to safety.  The savory scent of a meal, or the glee of front row parking can’t compare with the tender sense of a sober heart.   Write bad advice on tissue and wipe with it. * Master Mind I was taught that it was my job to master fear; raised in a religion swearing they could master death. I used to spend all I had trying to create a master plan, while trying to keep secure using a Master lock.   I have seen Master & Commander and do not long for that burden; in fact mastery is so much a snare and illusion.   Life is quite improved when we each have an oar and we all row on.   Vlog: http://youtu.be/J9IaheHYzsg   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Thoughts of a dopeless hope fiend

This is the first memior I wrote. As well as the first really concious memory I have. Also part of the first chapter of the book I'm working on about my life.