I’ve Been to Hell, I Like Seattle Better

The Emerald City beats the flames of addiction

Photo by Ben Dutton on Unsplash

My recent trip to Seattle was everything.

Sun.

Relaxation.

Sitting and reflecting.

And walking.

9 miles one day. 6 miles the next.

A chance to think about where I was — yes, this beautiful city and maybe, one day second home — and also, where I am in life — looking back over previous visits and all that has happened in the times between.

Seattle’s Space Needle Points to Dreams Gone By

I didn’t know during that first visit to Seattle, in 2005, that I’d end up starting a journey to Hell just 10 years later.

My 5-Year Journey on the Highway to Hell

Back in 2005, I wasn’t a drinker.

At all.