You may have heard thousands of times that admitting you have a problem is the first step. Well I couldn’t disagree more. Admitting the problem is nothing. You can admit to anything, especially when being pressured or confronted with the dreaded “choice” question. I...
And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation–some fact of my life–unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or...
I spent so many years of my life just wasting away with no purpose or meaning. I just existed. Took up space. Consumed air. Wasted precious time. Squandered talents and missed out on memories. It was miserable. Back then I lived with this feeling that I—by myself, on...
For a long time, I didn’t think alcohol was part of my problem. Oh, I was a drug addict for sure. No doubt about it. The doctor-shopping, the burning-up-the-highway, and the dozens of pills I ingested every day for YEARS proved that full well. But alcohol? I...
Sometimes I feel like the rest of the world is missing out by not being privy to what goes on inside the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. It’s rich history, the contiguously joyful environment, the never-ending supply of free coffee and most importantly its core...
