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April 2011: Just one more meetıng

Nine years later, it’s still the only commitment she’s had to make

"They welcomed me, even though they had no idea who I was."

In the beginning, I was skeptical. I mean, I knew I drank too much and, okay, I could admit I blacked out “a few times.” I just wasn’t really sure if this “AA thing” was for me.

In November of 2001, I enjoyed a full day of consuming my favorite beverage, which at that point was everything in the house with alcohol in it. I remember feeling so empty and I just couldn’t fill that emptiness with alcohol anymore.

That night, out of sheer desperation, I quietly crawled into bed with my husband and woke him up, crying, begging him to help me kill myself. I just... Login to read more
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