I haven't written anything in ages and at this point, I certainly don't expect anyone at all to ever read this, but something that I read in today's Toronto Star has compelled me to finally write. "A suicide note from out of the blue" by Cynthia McCabe is a most compelling piece of journalism. That's all I need to say on that subject as the article speaks for itself.
On another much more mundane matter is my desire to offer in update of my life. One may be asking why it's taken so long to offer one. I wish that there was a much more exotic reason than the truth but there just isn't! Many may have wondered whether my absence was due to a relapse but no such thing. Ironically, the reason for my silence is quite the opposite and has more to due with how successful I've been with my recovery.
I am still clean and sober after all this time and honestly the reason I haven't bothered reporting anything is that there is nothing much at all to report. Maybe boredom, tedium, repetition, numbness, sameness. After awhile that is pretty much what recovery turns into but without this, it would be a slippery slope back down again!