Hope can be rediscovered in sobriety, as you will read in the moving essay of my dear friend, Judith Kriss. This book, I know, expresses some of the despair she must have felt. Those of us who survive this disease are indeed the lucky ones. With love, sadness, and gratitude, Judith More than a year passed before I could open the book, before I could begin to understand Dale's despair. The death of my twin sister has been a life-transforming event for me, more so than any other loss I have experienced, and one from which I have not yet healed.
Words give form to our experiences.
Words help us explore our healing options. Sometimes we need guidance, but in the end, we are each our own best healers. Inside these pages are many words to help us understand, transcend, and heal.