I Went from Booze to Pills

WHEN I came to my first AA meeting, I had a lot of problems. I thought this was why I drank so much. A few months previously, I had divorced my husband. A year before, my mother had died. Now, I was living alone with two small children in a large house in the suburbs, drinking from morning till night, sick, depressed, and ready to give it all up. I hated life, which I felt had dealt me more than my share of misfortunes. I hated the responsibility of my children, and I loathed myself.