A darkly funny literary memoir from the only one who survived to tell the story.
Most addiction memoirs end with recovery. This one begins with a question.
Why am I still alive?
Over the course of two decades, I watched friends, dealers, cellmates, and fellow addicts disappear one by one. Some overdosed. Some took their own lives. Some simply never found a way back. By all rights, I should have been one of them.
Instead, I'm the only one left to tell the story.
The Bones of My Ghosts is a darkly funny literary memoir about the years I spent trying to disappear—and the far more difficult work of learning how to come back. Getting sober wasn't the ending I'd imagined. It was the beginning of a much harder journey: grieving the people I couldn't save, rebuilding trust with the family I'd nearly lost, and learning to believe that a life built from the wreckage could still be worth living.
Told with brutal honesty, unexpected humor, and deep compassion for everyone caught in addiction's orbit, this is a story filled with unforgettable characters, impossible friendships, moments of startling grace, and the absurd comedy that somehow survives even in the darkest places. It refuses easy redemption without surrendering to despair, asking not only what we owe the dead, but how we learn to truly live after spending years convinced we never would.
For readers of A Million Little Pieces, Lit, Jesus' Son, and Dry, The Bones of My Ghosts blends literary prose, dark humor, and emotional honesty into a memoir about survival, forgiveness, and the long road back to the people who never stopped loving us.
