When I wrote previously about Desiderata by Max Ehrmann, recovery wisdom on election night, and even transforming fear into freedom in challenging times, I was trying to practice what recovery has taught me: acceptance is not apathy, peace is not denial, and serenity is not the same thing as surrender.

Those truths still matter to me. Maybe more than ever.

And so does another recovery truth: community heals, isolation divides.

After Desiderata, without surrender

Why silence is no longer an option

I never believed any of this was normal. I never believed cruelty, corruption, grift, and authoritarian posturing were somehow part of a healthy civic life. What has become harder to ignore, though, is not only Trump himself, but the system of people around him who continue to excuse, enable, sanitize, and enforce his behavior at the highest levels of government.

That is where my attention is now. Not primarily on ordinary voters, many of whom are carrying pain, frustration, exhaustion, and legitimate distrust of broken institutions. Human beings are more complicated than partisan caricatures, and recovery has taught me to resist flattening people into cartoons. My deeper concern is with those in Congress, in the cabinet, in party leadership, and across the wider machinery of power who know better and continue to cooperate anyway.

Because recovery has also taught me something else: rigorous honesty.

And rigorous honesty requires saying this plainly. Whatever hope some once projected onto Trump, the reality now in front of us is failure wrapped in propaganda and protected by cowardice. He promised affordability, stability, strength, and peace. Instead, the country is absorbing another energy shock, another wave of fear-based governance, another season of legal chaos, and another round of demands that we deny what we can plainly see.

Trump is not doing this alone. He is being enabled by people who know better and continue anyway — people who trade truth for access, conscience for ambition, and public duty for political survival. That betrayal may be even more dangerous than Trump himself. One reckless man is a crisis. A governing class that keeps choosing to protect him is a moral collapse.

Why Trump’s affordability promise has collapsed

Start with affordability, because that was supposed to be the easy promise. Americans were told life would get cheaper, calmer, and more secure. Instead, families are staring at rising fuel costs, renewed inflation fears, and another round of economic anxiety. Working people do not experience this as a policy debate. They experience it in gas stations, grocery aisles, utility bills, and the quiet dread that the next month will cost more than this one.

That is not relief. That is not stability. That is not competent stewardship. It is a political sales pitch colliding with reality.

For ordinary people, this is where the lie becomes impossible to dress up. When energy costs rise, everything else follows. Food moves on trucks. Goods move through supply chains. Households already stretched thin do not need another round of geopolitical gambling by men who will never miss a meal. They need steadiness. They need restraint. They need leaders who understand that the price of swagger is usually paid by someone else.

Instead, we are once again being told to trust spectacle over substance, slogans over evidence, and grievance over responsible governance.

How war abroad is hurting families at home

And why is that happening? Because the man who sold himself as a brake on reckless war helped launch one. The same figure who marketed himself as the alternative to endless foreign-policy stupidity has once again helped move the world closer to wider conflict, greater disruption, and more pain for ordinary people.

This is not some abstract geopolitical chess match. It lands in freight costs, food prices, retirement accounts, and household stress. It lands in the nervous systems of families who were already exhausted. It lands in the daily life of people who do not have the luxury of pretending foreign policy is separate from rent, groceries, or survival.

That is what happens when slogans collapse and consequences arrive.

There is something especially grotesque about watching politicians posture as strong while ordinary people absorb the fallout. It is one thing to speak recklessly. It is another to gamble with global stability while insisting you alone are the adult in the room. That is not peace through strength. It is insecurity armed with power.

Why force without justice is not order

This is where I need to be clear: I am not interested in pretending every promise failed in exactly the same way. Border crossings did fall under Trump’s crackdown. That part is real. But the moral and legal cost has been staggering. The same machinery supporters point to as proof of “order” has also produced due-process abuses, detention battles, wrongful-arrest claims, and a growing collision with the courts.

That is not law and order. That is brute force followed by legal cleanup.

When a government normalizes cruelty, secrecy, and procedural abuse in the name of security, it does not restore order. It corrodes it. It trains the public to confuse domination with safety. It teaches people to tolerate injustice as long as it happens to somebody else. And once that habit sets in, no one should feel secure.

Minnesota has become one of the clearest examples of that cost. What happened there should stop any decent person cold. A government that promised safety and control has instead produced death, secrecy, and a fight over accountability. Even if you strip away every overheated phrase and stick only to what can be responsibly said, the picture is ugly enough. When the state operates through fear, opacity, and coercion, trust erodes fast. And once trust goes, the damage spreads far beyond the immediate victims.

Why image management is not leadership

The administration’s contempt for scrutiny has shown up elsewhere too. This is a governing style obsessed with controlling the story, disciplining access, and punishing dissent. That is not the behavior of confident leadership. It is the behavior of people who know their strongest weapon is image management.

They want performance in place of truth. Spectacle in place of competence. Loyalty in place of accountability.

This is one of the most dangerous features of the present moment. Too many people have learned to interpret confidence as credibility. They hear a firm voice, a hostile soundbite, a smirk on television, and mistake it for seriousness. But governance is not cable news. Leadership is not branding. A nation is not a stage for a wounded man’s self-mythology.

When power becomes addicted to optics, truth becomes expendable. And once truth becomes expendable, every abuse gets easier.

Why character still matters

And no, I do not think character is some side issue we can keep brushing aside because politics is supposedly only about outcomes. Character matters. It always mattered. It mattered when people tried to minimize Trump’s lying. It mattered when people treated cruelty as mere style. It mattered when decency itself became something to mock.

I want to be careful here. A felony record is not, by itself, proof that a person is beyond redemption. Plenty of people with records do the hard work of accountability, repair, humility, and real change. Many returning citizens show more honesty and courage in rebuilding their lives than Trump has shown in a lifetime. That is exactly why I refuse to use “felon” as a stand-in for human worth. In fact, it makes me think of the work my colleague Fred Dent is doing through Second Chances, helping returning citizens break free from the second prison of stigma and limited opportunity through support, practical help, and community. That is what accountability paired with hope can look like.

Trump is not that. He was convicted on 34 felony counts and found liable for sexual abuse and defamation, yet he remains proudly unrepentant — incapable of truth, incapable of accountability, and seemingly allergic to remorse. He is not an example of redemption. He is an example of incorrigibility. So when people continue to speak about him as if he is some unfairly maligned champion of virtue, I do not hear seriousness. I hear denial.

At some point, the hypocrisy becomes too obscene to ignore.

The same people who once wrapped themselves in the language of morality, family values, law and order, and personal responsibility have spent years excusing lies, corruption, sexual abuse findings, criminality, and public cruelty because it serves their politics. That disgusts me. It should disgust anyone with a functioning conscience.

Why truth should not be negotiable

On the Epstein files, I want to be disciplined. I am not going to claim I can prove motives I cannot prove. I cannot say with certainty that Trump is risking the world in order to distract from what may still come to light. But I also refuse the opposite lie, which is that there is nothing there to ask about.

There are reasons for serious people to demand transparency, lawful disclosure, and a full accounting wherever the facts lead. Recovery does not ask us to replace one form of dishonesty with another. It asks us to bring secrets into the light. It asks us to stop bargaining with the truth.

That is the line I keep coming back to now. I can still distinguish between good people who once supported Trump and people who continue to apologize for what is plainly in front of them. Those are not the same thing. There is a difference between being misled and becoming an apologist. There is a difference between disappointment and delusion. Once the war, the costs, the legal abuses, the deaths, the secrecy, and the grift are this visible, ongoing excuse-making stops looking like political loyalty and starts looking like moral surrender.

What we do next matters

So what do we do with that?

We do not give ourselves over to hatred. We do not let outrage become a substitute for action. We do not become spiritually hollow while calling it awareness. We tell the truth, we refuse the lies, and then we put our hands to work where we actually live.

This matters especially in recovery communities, because we know what it looks like when anger masquerades as wisdom. We know what it looks like when resentment dresses itself up as moral clarity. We know what happens when people become so consumed by what is wrong that they stop being useful.

That is not sobriety. That is not freedom. That is not spiritual health.

If we are going to resist what is happening, we need to do it in a way that keeps us human.

Why we need to bring the world back down to the neighborhood

One of the most healing things I have learned in recent years is that when the world becomes too large, too violent, too manipulative, and too absurd to carry all at once, it helps to shrink your field of responsibility back down to the neighborhood.

I do not mean that we stop caring about what is happening overseas or in Washington. I mean we stop pretending that our only meaningful choices are national. There is a massive relief that comes when you admit you cannot personally control what is happening in Iran or inside the White House, but you can still help feed somebody, mentor somebody, visit somebody, support somebody, or help hold a family together.

There is serenity in that.

Not passive serenity. Active serenity. The kind that comes from service.

There is also honesty in it. Much of our despair comes from trying to inhabit a scale of power that was never ours. We are flooded with headlines, images, threats, lies, and manipulations from every direction. The machine wants us overwhelmed. It wants us numb. It wants us angry but inert. Shrinking the world back down to the neighborhood is one way of refusing that.

How service becomes one way out of helplessness

That is part of why I have thrown myself into nonprofit work. Not because nonprofit work makes a corrupt administration disappear. It does not. Not because local service solves war, propaganda, grift, or authoritarian drift. It does not. But because service gets me out of helplessness. It gets me out of doom. It gets me back into relationship with actual human beings. It reminds me that in a time of spectacle and manipulation, there are still ordinary, grounded, decent things we can do for one another.

For people in recovery, that matters. Service interrupts self-obsession. It interrupts despair. It puts flesh on principles like honesty, humility, community, and respect for the higher power of others.

There is a reason service has always had such power in recovery spaces. It changes the scale of the self. It reminds us that we are not the center of the story. It restores proportion. It cuts through paralysis. It gives the heart somewhere to go besides fear.

When I say service is healing, I do not mean it sentimentally. I mean it concretely. The body settles. The mind clears. The spirit remembers what it is for.

Why neighborism is a form of resistance

I think of the way neighbors responded in Minnesota under pressure. Not with passivity. Not with polished branding. Not with empty rage online. But with rides, food, legal support, mutual aid, and local solidarity. That is the spirit I mean. Neighborism.

The stubborn insistence that when larger systems become cruel or untrustworthy, ordinary people can still choose to become more human, not less.

That line matters. There is not one way to fight it. Some people will march. Some will write. Some will organize. Some will donate. Some will show up quietly and consistently for the people most likely to be crushed by the system as it is currently operating.

All of that matters.

Neighborism is not soft. It is not naive. It is not retreat. It is one of the oldest forms of resistance there is: refusing to let fear and domination have the final word in how we treat one another.

How to serve your Spokane neighbors right now

Here in Spokane, that can mean real things.

It can mean Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, whose work is rooted in restoring the value of fatherhood so that children have present, loving, and nurturing fathers. It can mean Second Harvest, where volunteers sort food, pack boxes, and help in the kitchen so food reaches people who need it. It can mean Reclaim Project Recovery, which helps men move away from addiction, incarceration, and homelessness through purpose, community, shelter, and recovery-oriented support.

It can also mean SNAP, which serves neighbors across Spokane County through programs that strengthen stability and dignity. It can mean Vanessa Behan, whose work helps keep children safe and strengthen families in crisis. It can mean Meals on Wheels Spokane, where volunteers deliver meals and check in on seniors. It can mean Spokane Helpers Network, which brings food and essentials directly to financially struggling neighbors across Spokane County.

Those are not abstractions to me. Those are real avenues for healing work.

And there are many more. The point is not that everyone must choose the same organization. The point is to choose something. Choose a place where your hands, time, money, attention, or skills can reduce suffering and strengthen human dignity close to home.

How local action changes the scale of despair

I am not saying everybody has to join the same cause. I am saying this: if you feel powerless over what is happening in D.C. or overseas, do not underestimate the relief that comes from taking responsibility for your block, your town, your community, your food bank, your recovery house, your school, your shelter, your elders, your kids, your neighbors.

When you help somebody nearby, the nervous system settles. The lies lose some of their power. You remember that the country is not only made of presidents and pundits. It is also made of people carrying groceries, mentoring dads, stacking boxes, answering hotlines, driving meals, sponsoring newcomers, and showing up when no camera is watching.

That shift matters. It does not erase the larger crisis, but it does keep the larger crisis from colonizing your entire interior life. It gives you a way to remain morally awake without becoming emotionally destroyed. It reminds you that the world is still made, in part, by how we treat the people nearest to us.

Why protest matters, but is not enough

That does not replace protest. It strengthens it. It does not replace civic resistance. It grounds it.

Yes, mass demonstrations matter. Yes, public truth-telling matters. Yes, legal resistance matters. But sustained change requires more than one march or one post or one furious week. It requires durable local relationships, real mutual aid, organized service, and a refusal to let our public conscience be outsourced to politicians or pundits.

If protest is all we do, we burn out. If outrage is all we cultivate, we become brittle. If our politics never enters our neighborhoods, our institutions, our service, and our relationships, then even our most righteous anger becomes thin and performative.

We need depth. We need endurance. We need one another.

How to refuse the lie without losing our humanity

So this is where I land now.

I do not hate every person who voted for Trump. I do not think contempt is medicine. I do not think despair is wisdom. But I do think there comes a time when moral clarity requires us to stop making excuses. There comes a time to say: this is cruel, this is corrupt, this is dangerous, and I will not comply with the lie that it is normal.

And then, because outrage alone is barren, there comes a second step: go serve.

• Feed somebody.
• Mentor somebody.
• Give money.
• Give time.
• Join a board.
• Pack a box.
• Drive a route.
• Show up for a father, a child, a senior, a family, a person in recovery, a neighbor who is one bad month away from collapse.

That is one way I know to stay sane.

That is one way I know to remain useful.

That is one way I know to honor both recovery and democracy without worshiping either ideology or power.

We can reject the grift without becoming consumed by it. We can tell the truth without surrendering to bitterness. We can respect the higher power of others without bowing to a strongman. We can refuse compliance and still remain humane.

Without surrender

That is still the line for me.

Without surrender to fear. Without surrender to lies. Without surrender to cruelty. Without surrender to helplessness. And without surrender to the temptation to believe that nothing decent can still be built where we live.

It can.

We should build it anyway.

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We arrived at the trailhead around 5pm with our backpacks filled to the brim for two nights of backpacking and camping at Stanley Hot Springs. My pack weighed 35-40 pounds. The hike into Stanley was going to be roughly 6 miles and mostly uphill.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into, yet I was eager for the adventure and a chance to spend quality time with Lawrence. Looking up at those towering trees and breathing in the clean mountain air, I felt this rush of excitement. I work out regularly and consider myself in good shape, so I was confident my body could handle whatever this trail threw at me.

The Climb Begins

We began our trek up the trail at approximately 5:30pm. Almost immediately, I started to regret my uncomfortable pack and how heavy it was. I questioned whether I really needed all that stuff. Still, I carried on with some encouragement from Lawrence and the promise of hot springs waiting for us.

The views opening up behind us were incredible though. Every time we stopped to catch our breath, I’d turn around and stare at the valleys spreading out below us. “This is amazing,” I kept telling Lawrence. Despite the heavy pack and the burning in my legs, I couldn’t get over how beautiful this place was.

I was sweaty and hot, and we had to take several breaks along the way. I had no idea it was going to be so challenging, but honestly, I was kind of loving it too. This trail really took it out of me, but there was something about pushing my body like this that felt incredible.

Finally, at about 5 miles in, I began to feel like I couldn’t continue hiking. My pack was hurting my neck and back—it was just too heavy. My feet and knees felt like they were going to give out. Yet we carried on because Lawrence was convinced we were almost there.

The Wrong Turn

With chocolate and water in hand, we continued. At about the 5-mile mark, we passed a fork in the road. At this point, we should only have about one mile left to the hot springs. I felt a sense of relief and thought, “Okay, I can do this. We’re almost there.”

Even though we had no map or GPS to guide us, Lawrence had been here before, so surely he knew the way. We were completely off the grid with no phone service.

We took a left at the fork. The trail continued uphill through forest and rock slides. We trudged through the mud with excitement, ready to finally get to the springs and camp for the next couple of days. It was starting to get dark, and we should have come to a river crossing that signals you’re almost at the springs.

Finally, we arrived at a place up high but still near water. Lawrence looked at me and said, “We have hiked seven and a half miles. I think I fucked up and we took a wrong turn.”

My heart sank, but honestly? Part of me started laughing. “Are you serious right now?” I said. “Seven and a half miles? Lawrence, we just hiked seven and a half miles!”

The sun was setting. It was getting darker and colder. “What are we going to do?” I asked. I was mentally and physically exhausted, but I was also kind of amazed at what my body had just accomplished. I wanted to cry, but I was also proud of how far we’d come.

The Man on the Mule

Lawrence suggested we take a break, make some food, and come up with a plan. As he cooked noodles, he said I could leave my pack there and we could backtrack to find the hot springs. He was considering running back for it after I was safely in camp. At this point, it was hard to walk, let alone with a 40-pound pack on my back.

This wasn’t what we had planned at all. It was approximately 8:30 p.m., and we should have been relaxing in the hot springs by now. As we discussed our options while eating noodles, a man riding a mule—with another in tow—came down the trail.

I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Of course, there’s a guy on a mule!” I said to Lawrence. “Because this day needed to get even more interesting!”

Lawrence asked him if he knew where the springs were from there. “Yes, you missed your turn at that first fork in the road,” he said, then continued his way with his mules.

That turn we missed was the fork in the road. We took a left when we should have taken a right. The wrong turn was miles back down the trail. At this point, I was struggling to keep my composure. I suggested to Lawrence we should set up camp nearby for the night and try again in the morning. I didn’t see how I was going to make it back that far.

The Push Forward

Lawrence looked at me and said, “Your brain is trying to convince you that your body is shutting down. You are strong and capable. Don’t let your mind convince you otherwise. We are not staying here. We need to get to the hot springs tonight.”

I still felt like I might pass out from exhaustion. Lawrence said, “You’re amazing. You already hiked seven and a half miles uphill with that ridiculous pack on. You can do this.”

He was right. I had just done something I’d never done before. My body was tired, but it wasn’t broken. Knowing I’d already hiked that far made me feel pretty badass.

“I fucked up, so I’m going to carry your pack the rest of the way,” he said. I looked at him in disbelief. “You’re crazy. How are you going to do that?”

Lawrence picked up my pack along with his own and started moving down the trail. I carried one canvas bag with some food in it and suddenly felt like I could fly. Without that weight on my back, I had so much more energy than I’d thought possible.

Before I knew it, Lawrence seemed to be practically running down the trail. Before long, I began to feel sweaty and nauseous. I called for him to stop for a moment. I threw down my grocery bag, knelt, and began to vomit and cry at the same time.

But you know what? Even in that moment, I felt strong. This wasn’t failure—this was what it looked like to push past every limit I thought I had.

The Final Push

After what must have been 10 p.m., we made it back to the fork in the road—the wrong turn that had taken us three miles off course. At this point, we knew we were almost there, so we hustled down the hill to the river crossing as quickly as possible.

We both managed to soak our boots in the creek, and I almost lost our bag of food. When I caught it at the last second, I held it up like a trophy. “Still got it!” I shouted, and Lawrence’s laughter echoed through the canyon.

We persevered. Once we crossed the creek in our now sopping wet boots, completely out of breath, we charged up the hill—the last hill before the springs. It was still about half a mile up, though it seemed longer.

But then, suddenly, we were there. It was dark and almost 11 p.m. Even with headlamps on, it was hard to see. I must say I had never felt more exhausted in my life, but I’d also never felt more accomplished. We quickly set up our tent and hopped in the hot springs.

What I Discovered

The sense of relief that came over me is hard to put into words. I was both relieved and amazed that Lawrence had somehow managed to carry both of our packs for more than three miles. There was a sense of awe and admiration for this man. I was so thankful that we made it to our destination. I was also grateful that Lawrence didn’t let me give up or stay lost in the forest.

But more than that, I realized something important about myself. I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was. Not just physically—though hiking over 12 miles with a heavy pack proved I could handle way more than I gave myself credit for. But mentally too. When everything went wrong, I didn’t fall apart. I found humor in the chaos. I kept going even when I wanted to quit.

Sometimes, we have to push past the discomfort and pain to get to our destination. It’s okay to have help getting there. You’ll be amazed at what you can do once you push beyond your comfort zone. Had it not been for Lawrence’s strength and words of encouragement, I probably wouldn’t have made it to the springs that night.

And I also wouldn’t have discovered that I belong in wild places, that my body is capable of incredible things, and that I can find joy even in the most challenging moments. When we got lost, I laughed. When faced with more miles than expected, I marveled at the beautiful wilderness around us. When my body reached its limits, I found out it had more to give.

You just never know the positive impact your words and example can have on someone. I realized that I’m stronger than I thought. When I felt like giving up, I kept going, one step at a time. Three weeks into my recovery journey, that night at Stanley taught me I was ready for whatever came next.

About the Author

Erika Solberg is a licensed real estate agent serving North Idaho since 2019. Originally from Southern California, Erika moved to Idaho in 2011 and fell in love with the Northwest’s natural beauty. With over 8 years of experience in the real estate industry, she specializes as both a buyer’s and seller’s agent throughout communities including Coeur d’Alene, Post Falls, Hayden, Sandpoint, Rathdrum, and Spirit Lake.

When she’s not helping families find their perfect Idaho home, you can find Erika exploring the state’s incredible wilderness areas with her kids and family. She began her recovery journey in July 2025 and is passionate about sharing stories of growth, resilience, and authentic connection. Erika believes that both finding your dream home and finding your authentic self require courage, perseverance, and the willingness to see beauty even in unexpected detours.

Erika brings the same determination to real estate that she brings to her personal adventures—never giving up, always finding the joy in the journey, and supporting others through their most important transitions.

Connect with Erika for your North Idaho real estate needs through The Agency Coeur d’Alene.

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I tend not to get political on here or elsewhere for that matter. We are more than our politics. Yet, what is happening to our government at the hands of reckless and hostile leadership, I feel, requires all of us to speak up. To voice our opposition, our resistance to an attempted destruction of much of what makes us American, and more, citizens of this planet.

These moments remind us that democracy thrives when people engage. Regardless of political beliefs, we should all want a country where dignity, compassion, and justice prevail. What I witnessed today was not division, but community standing together for these shared values.

I believe in our capacity to listen, even when we disagree. To remember that behind every political position is a person with hopes, fears, and dreams not so different from our own. These photos capture not just protest, but people caring deeply about our collective future.

The greatest threat isn’t disagreement—it’s silence. When we see injustice, speaking up isn’t partisan—it’s American; it’s human. I’m grateful to live in a country where peaceful assembly remains our right and our responsibility.

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I digress… these years have been especially difficult without you and your brother close by. This note is for you, though, not me, so I’ll just tell you that not a single day passes when I don’t think of you both. I miss you more than you’ll ever know.

Your pain is felt by me, too. I remember when I was your age and longed for my dad’s presence—at games, other events, and just wished he was generally more involved. And he was around… he wasn’t alienated from my life, he just had more important things to do.

Know that when you’re ready, you can reach out. I will always be here for you, son.

Your birthday gift(s) will only appreciate with the passing of days. I used to send you actual presents, but someone evidently didn’t like that, so… Someday, you’ll have a nice stack of bonds just for you. 😉

Take care of your big brother and be good for your mama. Keep being yourself as long as that self is kind. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not enough. You’re beautiful and capable of anything you’re willing to work hard to accomplish.

I told your brother on his birthday and I’ll tell you too: read Desiderata and try to live by it.

I love you.

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The timeless wisdom of “Desiderata” resonates deeply with those of us on the recovery journey, particularly in times of profound change and challenge. Just as I wrote yesterday about transforming fear into freedom and finding serenity amid political uncertainty, Max Ehrmann’s 1927 prose poem offers a gentle reminder that peace and strength can be found even in life’s most turbulent moments.

A close friend first shared this piece with me in 2017, during the darkest period of my life. While incarcerated, I committed the poem to memory, reciting it quietly each morning in my cell. Yet despite knowing the words by heart, I failed to capture their essence—to truly live them—upon my release. It would take another six years before I could fully embrace and genuinely live the ideals contained within. Each day, I still strive to embody these principles, and in times of distress, I find myself returning to these words for guidance.

Like the “Day Zero” mindset I discussed in my post, “Desiderata” speaks to the daily renewal of spirit and purpose. Written by Max Ehrmann, a lawyer and philosopher from Terre Haute, Indiana, this meditation on living gracefully amid life’s complexities mirrors many core recovery principles – acceptance, surrender, and the quiet cultivation of character through conscious choices.

The poem’s opening line, “Go placidly amid the noise and haste,” particularly echoes our recovery journey’s call to maintain emotional sobriety and inner peace, even when the world around us seems chaotic. Just as I’ve found that nearly a decade of recovery has transformed my response to political events from fear to acceptance, “Desiderata” offers timeless guidance for navigating life’s challenges with dignity and grace.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

— Max Ehrmann, 1927

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Triumph may become trial, and trial may become triumph. Today, as news of another Trump victory ripples through our community and world, I find acceptance coming with surprising ease. What once triggered desperate feelings of fear and anxiety in 2016 has now become an opportunity to lean in and grow.

The Transformation Through Recovery

Nearly a decade into my recovery journey, the profound lessons of acceptance, surrender, and deep introspection have transformed me. Where chaos once lived, serenity now dwells. I’ve come to understand that my greatest contribution to this world lies in three simple things: maintaining an attitude of appreciation and positivity, taking actions that serve others, and developing character that can withstand any trial with integrity, fortitude, and grace.

Understanding Day Zero: A Recovery Perspective

Today is always Day Zero of the rest of our lives – a truth that carries special meaning in recovery. Each morning offers us not just a clean slate, but an invitation to actively build who we choose to become. While our past may include days spent masking trauma and pain with substances and destructive behaviors, our character is not defined by those shadows. Instead, it’s built day by day through sober, purposeful choices and actions. We are who we choose to be now – not who we were when disease drove our decisions.

Moving Forward with Purpose

Let’s find triumph in unity, service, and recovery. May we keep our hearts warm, our minds open, and our hands occupied with work that serves humanity. Each Day Zero is another opportunity to contribute to the foundation of who we’re becoming, one conscious choice at a time.

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Looking at the vibrant mural outside this Vegas Arts District building, I was struck by the joy and hope radiating from that smile. In a time when many of us feel jaded by the noise of politics and the weight of societal challenges, it’s easy to believe our voices don’t matter.

But they do.

Recovery has taught me that while we control very little in life, we can choose how we show up. Voting on November 5th isn’t just about politics – it’s about showing up for our community, for each other, and for the change we wish to see.

Many of us in recovery know what it means to feel voiceless. We’ve experienced what it’s like to believe our choices don’t matter. But we also know the power of small actions building toward meaningful change. Every day we choose recovery is a vote for transformation. Every time we support each other, we vote for community.

This Tuesday, let’s bring that same spirit to the ballot box. Whether you’re feeling hopeful or hesitant, your voice matters. Your experience matters. Your vote matters.

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In life, people are often measured by their worst moments, especially when those moments are for all to see online. In order to truly understand someone, we need to look beyond a single, shadowed moment to see the arc of their journey. Lawrence Long’s story is a powerful example of this arc. He isn’t defined by a dark time in his past but by the self-reflection, growth, and service that followed.

A Journey of Transformation

Since Lawrence began taking steps to rebuild his life, I’ve had the privilege of witnessing his dedication firsthand. He’s not only moved beyond the struggles of his past but has built a future grounded in sobriety, introspection, service, and meaningful relationships. His commitment to change goes beyond becoming a better father; it’s about becoming a better man.

Lawrence has proven that even in our darkest moments, we have the power to choose strength and commitment. His journey of self-awareness and growth is a powerful example to others who may feel defined by a misstep. He’s shown that real strength is in how we rebuild.

-Jennifer Loree Byrd

He’s invested years in developing emotional resilience and self-awareness, working to understand the patterns that led him down destructive paths. This deeper work, supported by friends, professionals, and community, has transformed him into someone who faces challenges with purpose and strength.

A Loving and Present Father

With nearly 30 years of experience working with children as a coach, teacher, and ropes course facilitator, I’ve seen countless parent-child dynamics, and witnessing Lawrence rebuild his relationship with Julian and Major was uplifting. When his sons visited my home in 2020, his love for them was tangible. They reconnected over art, outdoor adventures, silliness, and quiet conversations that deepened their bond after the years apart.

Despite the challenges of reestablishing a relationship over a short time, Lawrence’s commitment to his sons has only strengthened. Unfortunately, Ms. Long has chosen to keep the boys separated from him since 2020. I only hope he has that chance to reconnect with them again and be an integral part of their lives in their adolescent years.

Protection and Progress

As a mother myself, I deeply understand the instinct to protect one’s child. We make countless decisions with their health and well-being as our guide. In Ms. Long’s case, her choice to cut communication was, I believe, driven by a genuine concern for her sons’ safety, based on Lawrence’s past struggles.

However, while she acted out of caution, I’ve had the privilege of observing Lawrence’s journey firsthand and witnessing the steady, meaningful changes he’s made. Unlike Ms. Long, who knew only the man he once was, I’ve seen his growth in real time. I set boundaries but remained present, watching as Lawrence approached each misstep as an opportunity to learn, showing courage and resilience through the process.

Where some might anticipate the worst, I have come to see a man who has grown into a positive, steady force in his community. 

A Broader Dedication  to Fatherhood

Despite his inability to parent at this time, he’s extended this commitment to fatherhood as part of a team with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative, where they mentor and train other men in healthy parenting strategies.

Through this role, Lawrence has helped raise funds, developed infrastructure, co-facilitated classes, and built a new class that helps fathers develop healthier relationships in mind, body, and spirit. This has given him opportunities to lead by example and be vulnerable by sharing his own journey.

A Positive Influence and Role Model

Lawrence’s impact reaches beyond his sons and SpoFI—he also became a vital influence in my son Trey’s life. As an adopted child himself, Lawrence understood the nuances of loss and identity and used his experiences to mentor Trey. Lawrence made a deliberate choice to be a stable, supportive figure in his life, teaching him the importance of self-reflection and maturity. Through his actions, he showed Trey that one’s true character is shaped not by isolated mistakes but by the choices we make to move forward.

More Than a Mistake: A Man Committed to Change

Lawrence’s journey isn’t about erasing a mistake or denying a dark time; it’s about proving that a single ugly period in one’s life doesn’t define a person. For those who only saw Lawrence at a difficult time, it’s easy to let that chapter define him. But those who know him now see that difficult period as a single sentence within the arc of his journey.

Lawrence has proven that even in our darkest moments, we have the power to choose strength and commitment. His journey of self-awareness and growth is a powerful example to others who may feel defined by a misstep. 

He’s shown that real strength is in how we rebuild.

About the Author: This personal account was written by a long-time educator and child development professional with nearly 30 years of experience working with families in the Spokane area. Jen Loree Byrd and Lawrence were partners and remain good friends.

Lawrence Long continues his work with the Spokane Fatherhood Initiative and Reclaim Project Recovery, helping other fathers build healthy relationships with their children through education, mentoring, and support programs.

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Facing the Past with Honesty

In 2017, I hit bottom. Struggling with addiction, mental health challenges, and a difficult divorce, I made choices that hurt people I cared about and violated court orders. I was not in a good place mentally, emotionally, or physically. The consequences were severe and public, creating ripples that would take years to address.

Building a Foundation for Change

Recovery began with accepting full responsibility and committing to fundamental change. This meant creating a comprehensive support system:

• Regular counseling sessions to address underlying issues
• Consistent medication management and healthcare compliance
• Active participation in Alcoholics Anonymous with sponsor support
• Development of healthy coping mechanisms including running, meditation, and journaling
• Regular mental health check-ins to maintain wellness

From Student to Teacher

What started as taking parenting classes at Spokane Fatherhood Initiative transformed into something more meaningful. The instructors recognized my dedication and willingness to lead, offering me a position with their non-profit. While I work part-time managing their technology and online curriculum, I spend my remaining hours volunteering daily in their office. This work allows me to continue my personal growth while helping other fathers navigate their own challenges.

The Power of Professional Support

Jen Loree Byrd, an educator with nearly 30 years of experience working with children, shared her observations of my transformation:

“He is sober, not just sober but strong, digging deeper into reasons behind his patterns and practicing myriad strategies for coping and thriving through adversity… Lawrence doesn’t just have the desire, he has the tools now. He’s not going it alone.”

Creating Sustainable Change

My commitment to recovery isn’t just about attending meetings or therapy sessions – it’s about creating a sustainable lifestyle that supports continued growth. This means:

• Maintaining a structured daily routine
• Avoiding environments and relationships that could compromise sobriety
• Regular exercise and meditation practice
• Continuing education and professional development
• Service to others through my work at SFI

Looking Forward While Acknowledging the Past & Setting the Record Straight

Those who search my name online will find a news article from 2017. While I acknowledge and take full responsibility for the violations of no-contact orders during that difficult period, it’s important to note that some of the article’s more serious allegations were never substantiated or charged.

However, rather than dispute the past, I choose to focus on demonstrating through actions who I am today. The court documents, professional evaluations, and testimonials from the past several years tell this story – one of consistent growth, sustained recovery, and genuine transformation. Multiple professionals, including therapists, counselors, and colleagues, have documented my progress and commitment to positive change over these seven years.

A Message to Others

If you’re facing similar struggles, know that change is possible. It requires:

• Complete honesty with yourself and others
• Willingness to accept and stick with professional help
• Commitment to daily practices that support recovery
• Patience with the process of rebuilding trust
• Finding ways to turn past struggles into support for others

I continue this journey one day at a time, grateful for the opportunity to make amends through action and to help other fathers maintain healthy relationships with their children.

If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction or mental health challenges, help is available.

24/7 Crisis Resources:

• National Crisis Lifeline: 988
• Washington Recovery Help Line: Visit warecoveryhelpline.org

Find Local Support:

• AA Meetings in Spokane: Visit aaspokane.org to find local meetings
• SMART Recovery: Visit smartrecovery.org to find online and local meetings

Additional Resources:

• Frontier Behavioral Health: Visit fbhwa.org for current contact information
• Washington 211: Dial 211 to connect with local health and human services
• SAMHSA Treatment Locator: Visit findtreatment.gov
• Reclaim Project Recovery: Visit reclaimprojectnw.org

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