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August 2013: Looking for "the One"

When I arrived in Alcoholics Anonymous, I flew in with everything still intact—but barely. I had not lost the home, the man, the kids or the job. But I definitely felt that if I didn’t stop drinking, everything that I owned would come crashing down.

Whew! So I made it, just by the skin of my teeth. Sober life was good now. I was on a pink cloud. And I was doing what was suggested.

At two and a half years sober, I began to notice women sharing their struggles with valuable spiritual solutions of the program. I didn’t have much experience like that to share. As happy as I... Login to read more
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