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Follow the yellow brick road (part 1)

Saturday, July 4th, 2009

When I first read a few pages in The Big Book (actually before attending an AA meeting), I thought it sounded like some crazy Wizard of Oz story. That initial impression has stuck with me. My initial attachment of skepticism to this comparison has transformed into faith. It’s a comforting comparison now. I shared this [...]

How should you choose a sponsor?

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

How should you choose a sponsor? Should you do Step 5 with your sponsor or someone else? What are your other choices? A member of the clergy, a family member, a best friend, a spouse or significant other. For me, these were not other choices. I’m not anywhere close to doing Step 5, but I think it’s an important topic for a newcomer like myself because it’s something to consider when choosing a sponsor.

It’s gotta be done

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

It’s actually very, very late. I can’t sleep. My sponsor gave me a packet to work. It’s more than I thought it would be. I haven’t started on it yet. At tonight’s meeting, I admitted that I didn’t want to start on Step 4. This old timer said it’s gotta be done.

Xanax, coffee, and becoming a real person

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

I took a Xanax last night to fall asleep. It’s been awhile since I had to take one at night. I took one last week on vacation when I was feeling really anxious during the day. What’s the difference between taking a Xanax to fall asleep and drinking enough wine to pass out? I don’t know what the answer is…a prescription?

Bag of bricks

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

I still don’t have a sponsor, and I’m not sure where to start with Step 4. What I’m starting to see is that all the lies start to stack up like bricks, and life begins to feel heavy. Doing this moral inventory will be like removing bricks one by one from the bag I’ve been dragging behind me all these years.

Wrecking ball of chaos

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

I have to admit that I’m powerless over alcohol. I can only remember a few occasions when I drank and didn’t get drunk. Within the last six months, it was the night I went out dancing. I did get a buzz but not drunk, but I wished I could have, so I could have had more fun. I am powerless over alcohol because I don’t want to stop once I start, and I almost always just can’t stop once I start. I anticipate the euphoria and start chasing that “high” after the first drink, the first sip.