My small attempt to help with the addiction crisis in America today was telling my own story. From a deeply personal place, I wrote my memoir as a means for coping with my profound grief. It only evolved into a published work when my brother and one of my friends encouraged me to share for the benefit of others. Amber was born from that. Amber is a personification of the amber colored liquid that consumed the entire being of my beloved. My goal was to tell the story of an addict from the point of view of someone who loved him. Often we hear an addict tell their story and how an addiction can alienate an individual from everyone and everything that was once important in their lives. I witnessed first hand how he lost it all. All I could do was stand by and watch helplessly. With addiction being as prominent now as it is, someone else is living in the lonliest of places, loving an addict.
