Sober Creed

Created by Brian B.

Published April 2025

As a former U.S. Army military police officer, I learned early on the power of motivation, discipline, and perseverance. Although I couldn’t become a Ranger due to my specialized career, the Ranger Creed became a cornerstone of my mindset. I wore the Ranger tab inside my pocket over my heart as a symbol of my commitment to embody the values it represented. Even after I was laughed off for trying to volunteer as a Ranger, I continued to memorize and rely on the Creed to push me through tough times. Today, in my recovery, I’ve created the SOBER Creed as a tool to motivate and guide me in the same way the Ranger Creed did. This Creed is a reminder of my strength, my dedication, and my ability to overcome challenges.

  • Poem

    Written by, Jessyka C. Mary Jane,My beloved, my wife, my true love,I’m so sad to be leaving you behind, turning down a different lane,But I know I can do better than you, eventually, although you do send me above,I feel I need to be on the straight and narrow for a little while,Take some time…

    Poem
  • Heard in a Meeting

    “Fear is courage that has said its prayers” Published in A New Leaf – February 2026

    Heard in a Meeting
  • Fire & Light

    Created by, Chris P. This is a drawing I made for the new year 2026, wishing for fire & light within. I started drawing only when I was about 9 months into recovery. Inspired by an MA fellow who shared their drawing. I always thought I couldn’t draw or paint and hence never tried. The…

    Fire & Light
  • Today I Choose

    Written by, Paul D. I was not always able to make choices. It is said that no man can serve two masters. I had only one master and its name was addiction.  This master forbids me to make decent friends because it wants me isolated and alone so it can kill me quietly in its…

    Today I Choose
  • What I Didn’t Do

    Written by, Julie A. Weed once felt like a soft landing — a cushion for my racing mind, a bridge out of loneliness. But over time, the cushion smothered me. Nights blurred into smoke, mornings into fog. I thought I was escaping, but really I was erasing myself. My wife held me through it, even…

    What I Didn’t Do
  • Tradition Two and Humility

    Written by, Anonymous “For our group purpose there is but one ultimate authority, a loving God whose expression may come through in our group conscience. Our leaders are but trusted servants; they do not govern.” -Tradition Two As a recovering marijuana addict, I am constantly reminded of how many “control issues” still lurk around the…

    Tradition Two and Humility