That Feeling of Belonging

MY PRE-AA LIFE WAS a life of waste and disorder. At the deep end of my alcoholic career, I did nothing but drink and lie in bed: In the mornings, I was too sick to get up; the afternoons were spent in bed as a consequence of my morning drinking. I did nothing useful whatsoever. My family and the house were abandoned for the bottle. I used to loathe the very walls of the house and the people that lived in it. (Now, I love my home and enjoy any task that there is to do.) I felt worse each day, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I was a wreck.