A First Time for Everything

Getting sober for the first time is like being shaken awake--literally dragged from a winter-long sleep like a hibernating bear, skinny, ragged, starved, and on wobbly legs, staggering into spring like a drunk reeling off a riverbank.

I remember my first meeting well. The man who came to get me literally dragged me from bed where I had passed out. Made me throw cold water on my face. Ignored my protestations. I didn't even remember calling him. At the meeting, in row one, I would not put my hand up as a newcomer and left every ten minutes for a drink of water to "put out the... Login to read more
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