Pink Cloud

WHEN I HAD been in the Fellowship for about two months, I dared to mention at a meeting how good I felt. I told the group that my job, which had seemed hopelessly dull and useless during my last year of drinking, was turning out to be more interesting than I had thought possible before sobering up. And, I said enthusiastically, my wife and I were finding a renewed quality of love, hope, and happiness in our marriage--feelings we had shared during the earlier years but had seemed to lose as I plunged deeper into alcoholic depression.