November 2013: Square Peg, Round Hole
When she catches herself struggling too much, it’s time for Step Eleven
I was blessed to embrace Step One without reservations from the beginning. But then I stalled, as I wasn’t going to do “the God thing.” Like many of us, I’d been raised in a church and been at one time quite devout; but over the years and many drinks, I had come to see my faith as misguided. I had exchanged the loving God my parents taught me about for the punishing, sexist, jealous and cruel God that I wanted nothing to do with. I called myself a “seeker,” but I really had no idea where to begin seeking outside of the bottle.
Elloree, South Carolina