Tough Nights and Days

I was eight years sober and stark raving mad. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was seeing cops and the FBI everywhere. I felt paranoid, like I was being followed or recorded. I was staying away from AA meetings, withdrawing from everyone who loved me and feeling very isolated. But fortunately I still trusted a core group of women and my sponsor, as they stuck by my side and listened to my insanity on a regular basis. One friend even asked her husband to check my apartment for “bugs” that I insisted the FBI had installed.