Missing….

That one word has so much depth, and brings back so many memories. I could talk about this word endlessly when it relates to my active addiction. I could talk about the times I missed my daughter, the times I missed family events, voluntarily at first and later because I was no longer invited. I could tell you about all of the times I missed work, or deadlines or appointments. About the times I missed laughter and joy. I could even tell you about the times I missed myself and the person I was before my every thought was consumed by alcohol or drugs. But today, I am going to tell you about the time I went missing, in the literal sense of the word. The day that I vanished…

At the end of my active addiction, I had come to the conclusion, as many suffering addicts do, that…