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From the October 2019 magazine.

Gone fishing

A member in Canada fondly recalls his early days and reminds us of surrender and contentment

It was a cold and windy night and I was off to see a doctor to talk about my problem with depression. I could see the downward slope I was on and I feared it would lead to homelessness and death. I had already experienced taking a drink in Toronto and then coming to in Buffalo two days later. And this after promising myself that this would be the last time. 

Only it wasn’t. I was drunk again and feeling wretched. So I walked into the doctor’s office and said that I wanted to talk about something. “I can’t seem to stop drinking,” I said. 

-- Anonymous

Ontario

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