From the January 2017 magazine.

Tears on New Year’s

A sober dad, depressed and alone on the holiday, reaches out for help—and gets it

I was standing at the front door of a clubhouse on New Year’s Day, 1985. This was not where I wanted to be for the holidays. I’d been in AA for a year and a half but now my spouse had departed with our children. The house was empty. I could not find steady work. I had slipped into a deep depression and I was considering suicide.

People had said my life would get better in recovery. Wiser heads told me my life would change. Both were correct, but I was unable to see it then. All I knew to do was to either intensify my program or drink.

-- Jim O.

Waller, Texas, USA

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