Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.
Chaos? Drama? Yes! No! Wait…ugh! Chaos and drama have been a part of my life since before I can remember. If I wasn’t the one causing it (which I usually was or at least had a part in), it seemed to always be around me. When I first got into the program and tried to get sober, it seemed that as soon as things were calm in my life I would self-sabotage and all hell would break loose again. It was as if I wanted the peace and serenity, but didn’t quite know how to function once I had it.
By the grace of God and the Fellowship, I have 3 years sober this month. June 29,2016. The last few months of my drinking/drugging were the most despairing, chaotic, lonely, and hopeless months of my life. I couldn’t drink or take any amount of substance to numb the pain. I was using to feel normal and still chasing oblivion, but the relief never came. I was absent of all morality and I had one goal in mind – my next fix. It was self-induced hell. I would love to say that getting arrested and spending 2 days/3 nights detoxing from
It was late summer, on a hot evening. All the windows are open and I’m watching a film in the living room with my fiancee. When the film finishes, I go through to the bedroom. Nothing looks quite right. Books that had been lined up on the windowsill are piled on the floor and on a chair. Drawers are open. My laptop is gone. We have been burgled. As we sat on the sofa, someone had been one door away, rooting through our possessions. The shock is so intense that minutes pass before we realize we should call the police.
I feel like I have lived 2 different lives in just one lifetime. The life of an alcoholic and addict and the life of a more normal sane person. The first time I drank I was in 3rd grade and it was also the first time I got extremely drunk. By 5th grade my friends and I were stealing bottles of wine from our parents and drinking. In 7th grade an older sister was giving me hard drugs like acid and angel dust. In High school I drank regularly, during the school day and every weekend. I never felt like
I love jail–the kind where I bring an AA meeting and then get to leave afterward. Last night I went to the small county jail where a few of us bring a meeting. I was the only one able to attend from the outside. The officer said I could expect at least one woman. Well, five showed up and that, my friend, was a record. The women ranged in age from 18 to 49, some with no children, some with as many as seven children, and expressed various degrees of willingness. Listening to their stories, I was reminded of where
This week we ran a feature about how some women with drinking problems are turning to moderation, not sobriety. The piece generated a lot of conversation on our site and social media about alcoholism, recovery, and Alcoholics Anonymous. Here is one response to that piece. I know there are people who can control their alcohol intake. I’ve been to dinner with them. I’ve watched as they drank one glass of wine, maybe two, and then switched to water. I am not this type of drinker. I don’t even understand this type of drinker. If I have one drink, I will
I’m an Alcoholic. My first drink led to my first blackout. Alcohol took away the shyness, peralysing self-consciousness. It gave me a warm and happy new feeling that freed me up to do anything. I danced at parties, yelled in the street, sang on buses, hitch-hiked across London, talked to strangers, no fear of anything. I loved it. I thought it helped me to be the real me. I didn’t want to do anything that didn’t involve drinking: cinema – boring, walks – you must be joking! I learned early to have a few drinks from my mum’s cupboard before
Hello, I am a recovering alcoholic. I am one of the fortunate alcoholics who has lived to tell my story. But for the grace of God and the program of AA, I would have died. I started drinking at a very early age and was very popular with my high school crowd as “the life of the party”. I could always out drink everyone who I was with. What started out as fun ended in living hell. My drinking continued through high school and into business college and then into the first law office in which I worked. At that
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For Us, It Is A Result Of The Promises, We Are Grateful.
If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are half way through.
are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door
it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace. No matter how far down the scale we have
we will see how our experience can benefit others. That feeling of uselessness and self pity will disappear.
will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our fellows. Self-seeking will slip away. Our
attitude and outlook upon life will change. Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us. We will
intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us. We will suddenly realize that God is
for us what we could not do for ourselves.
Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled among us—sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them.