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April 2011: Mistakes Have Been Made

Eight years ago, I was hovering between life and death. I had entered the rooms of AA in San Francisco 60 days prior. After only one month, I’d been unable to resist my insatiable desire for alcohol and the inevitable death that was fast approaching. I welcomed it. Never again would there be a need to wake up with that horrible emptiness and fear.

The urge to drink that night came on me with violent urgency, some force beyond definition creating a craving, a need, I had never experienced. I vaguely remember being about to open the door to leave for the pub when I broke down... Login to read more
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