This is my 17th day not living at home. I reside in a small basement room with a twin size bed and a desk. An orchid named Rosie is my main companion. There are 6 other men who share this house with me.

I moved here after another significant relapse that once again found me passed out at home, with Thom needing to call an ambulance because I was unresponsive. Turns out I was unresponsive because my BAC was .35.

I did not move here by choice. I acquiesced to some strong suggestions from both Thom and my therapist at my IOP. I am counting down the days until I leave and move back home.

In theory this is giving me some time to focus on my recovery and work on myself. Mostly it’s a lot of time to nap.

Tonight I realized I don’t feel empowered in my own life, and I’m not quite sure how to change that.