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July 2013: The Walls Will Come Down

In trying to break through and carry the message to Jake, he was able to free himself

My drinking brought me many fears, but the worst fear of all was that someday I would get locked up in prison because of my actions in a drunken blackout. Therefore, I stayed isolated from the rest of the world in the last two years of my active alcoholic paranoia. In doing so, I had created my own prison of fear—quite a paradox.

Eventually, I found my way to AA as a result of the desperation of these accumulating fears. After about 14 months of sobriety, that desperation returned with a vengeance: I was not drinking, but that’s all. I had become my own sponsor and had done some... Login to read more
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