I am continuously reminded that nothing is easy for Nic. My heart goes out to him. I want to do something to help, but there’s nothing to be done. I want him to acknowledge the traumatic past and promise that it will never happen again. He can’t. When we talk, in fact, I realize that Nic has discovered the bitterest irony of early sobriety. Your reward for your hard work in recovery is that you come headlong into the pain that you were trying to get away from with drugs.
