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.