Forty years of sobriety sounds like a destination, but healing has taken me through different rooms and different communities. I found sobriety in AA. Decades later, I found another kind of healing and fellowship at The Gatehouse. The rooms have changed, but one lesson hasn’t: we don’t have to do this alone.

I have an emotional hurricane season. It tends to arrive around the same time every year, and after more than

After a hard month of physical pain, mental fog, and uncertainty, Megan’s 30th birthday became a quiet reminder that love, gratitude, and fatherhood can still call us back to ourselves.

I had planned to write about preparing to facilitate another men’s group. Then the calendar changed, and the postponement revealed something deeper: for some men, a room full of other men does not feel safe yet. Sometimes the real work begins before the room opens.

Sometimes the first sign that something is wrong is not a feeling we can name. It is defensiveness, snapping, numbing, withdrawing, or realizing we are not as fine as we thought.

Anger is not always the real story. Sometimes it is the feeling that feels safest, the one that stands in front of hurt, fear, grief, shame, or helplessness. A reflection on the Anger Iceberg, emotional armour, and learning to ask what else might be underneath.