Noticing my hand visibly trembling, I gripped my pen and squeezed. I could feel my chest pounding, too. A bead of sweat plingo-ed down my spine. Using my periphery, I strained to catch any sign that the person next to me at the boardroom table noticed my body language. I adjusted my position in ...

When it comes to chemsex recovery, I honestly don't prefer the word "cycle". But, similar to "God", using a broadly accepted term maximizes message clarity. I prefer Spiral (not downward, but upward). When I think about my recovery journey, the repeated patterns I experienced (including relapse)...