When I first walked into the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous I had no idea what to expect.
I was 39, alcoholic, and I needed help. Alcohol took me further than I wanted to go, kept me longer than I wanted to stay, and cost me more that I wanted to pay.
I was desperate. I was afraid. I was anxious.
In the rooms of AA I found help. I found friends. I found salvation from what I had struggled with my entire adult life.
I came with a tiny grain of willingness.
I have taken away a priceless treasure.
I’m not an expert on sobriety. I am just another alcoholic. These are my reflections on my own journey in sobriety and some resources for those in need of help.
May 25th is my sobriety date.