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Topic: Emotional Sobriety
It can feel like the dirtiest four-letter word in the English language
The night I hit bottom I had just returned home after a month’s stay with my parents in another state, where I had gone with the intention of ending my marriage but was cajoled back by sweet,...
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...
The burdens of obligation transform to gifts of sobriety
Before and during my drinking days, people were always talking to me about responsibility. I “had a responsibility” to be an excellent student, obedient son and religious child. I was also somehow...
Every day was cause for a celebratory drink
I remember being a kid, probably around the age of three, and having a sip of my mom’s beer. At weddings or holidays, I always found an excuse to go and fetch drinks for older relatives, because the...
How do I choose to handle the uncertainty of life? After 20 years of hard-earned sobriety, getting slam dunked was not what I had anticipated. The next four years of my life were quite a challenge....
A man reflects upon both his own alcoholism and that of a father, who never made it to the rooms of AA
I'm 53 years old. I entered AA 15 years ago and I'm sober 6 years. I grew up in Brooklyn with my father, mother and brother. I didn't see my father until I was 6 years old, when he returned from the...
A sober man recounts his experiences in repairing relationships with his family after the ravages of alcohol
In the early winter of 1990, I was in the midst of yet another bender, one that had lasted just over a year. I didn't drink everyday, but all I needed was a reason, and I'd hit the road running....
It beckoned, seductively trying to woo her back
Sobriety gave me a life I never expected, happy, joyous and free ... the exact opposite of life when I was drinking. The obsession and compulsion were gone and the promises came to fruition at every...
She came to one night lying face down on the ground and knew that something had to change
I came to lying naked on the frigid ground under a clear November moon. The points of grass felt like needles in my skin. As I turned over onto my back, I thought to myself, "So this is what it feels...
Two women, inseparable in drinking and sobriety, until one relapses
My last drinking buddy turned into my first sponsor. Our final night on the town ended with her swerving home across the Golden Gate Bridge and misplacing her car somewhere in Sausalito. Two weeks...

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