My Name Is Helen

MY NAME IS HELEN, and I am an alcoholic. Like most of us, I found AA the hard way. I knew that I had a serious drinking problem a year before I had to do something about it. A man was dead, and I had a second-degree murder charge facing me.

At first I thought, "Well, it's too late now. Why not drink myself to death?" I had tried to die several times already--why not now? By the grace of God, I am alive today. It must have been His will, because living certainly was not my will.

The only reason I wanted to be released on bail was so I could get to another bottle of sleeping... Login to read more
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