The Pit of Depression

MY FIRST year within the Fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous closed on a high note. I had been spared the necessity of taking that deadly first drink. Personal meaning had become associated with the phrase "God as we understood Him," and His power was beginning to express itself in my life. I had been reunited with my most recent family, and relations with another discarded along the way were greatly improved. A new career in business, based on honesty with my new employers, had been opened to me. Heading the list of other benefits derived from my newfound way of life was a great improvement in personal health.