Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Overdose, Loss When I got sober, I thought I had cracked the code on life. I was down 20 pounds, booked a trip to Mexico, enrolled in college for the first time, and was walking around like sobriety Oprah handing out 24-hour coins like, “You get serenity! You get serenity!” to newcomers. I was on fire for recovery, for Jesus, and quietly for an eating disorder, but that’s a whole other blog post. What nobody told me is that in the years ahead I would lose my aunt to murder, my brother to an overdose, my…