Diagnosis: fear, cure: action

As an alcoholic, I spent many days dreading various scenarios: bosses confronting me about my attitude and behavior, learning about my humiliating escapades during blackouts, and finally, having to admit to powerlessness over booze and submitting to AA. Of course, I know now that these dreaded moments were actually blessings. They were moments of opportunity and clarity that would change my life for the better. So why couldn’t I remember those moments when my home group nominated me to chair a meeting in the psych ward of a local hospital?