Little Steps – Ryan Michael Sirois

Last night I drove to a meeting where I was asked to speak about my experience with addiction. That relentless butterfly in my stomach began flapping its wings a bit faster, my heart quickly followed suit. A growing anxiety that I would be the epic failure of the century. It was night, a silent static in the air. Resting in my chest. What if they laugh at me? What am I going to say? What if they judge every ridiculous word? Typical thoughts as I drive to my execution. I can only imagine the thoughts of a man walking down death row. Google directed me to a neighborhood I had never been before. Run down homes, a gas station, a few people had already put up dangling strands of Christmas lights. I can’t believe it is already the holiday season. Thanksgiving had just wrapped up. Pale, cream colored homes stained… Continue reading