Hello. My name is John and I’m and alcoholic. My sobriety date is Oct 17, 1984 and I’m grateful to be sober today.
I understand that it’s very difficult getting sober, I really do. But staying sober? Dude, that’s the real work.
See, I don’t have this. I like to think I have this, but I do not.
Every day I fight against my desire to isolate, keep secrets, and my fear of and desire to avoid other people at all costs; my disease, in other words. As they say, my disease wants me dead, but it will settle for miserable.
If I give in to the thinking that staying home and isolating (my favorite hobby) is a good idea, then it’s only a matter of time until I decide that I DO have this! That I can handle it, that I don’t need meetings, or contact with my higher power, other people or the steps, etc; Of course, I do regularly try some controlled isolating! Only a good man’s fault, to be sure!
But today? Today I won!! I beat my brain! I went to a meeting and, guess what? The topic was just exactly what I needed to hear today, and that’s why I’m grateful.
Speaking of gratitude? Well, that’s a whole ‘nother subject….