Mental Sobriety Means Spotting Danger Signals
IN 1940, I took my last drink. Naturally, I hope I will never take another. But can I be absolutely certain? No, because I do not believe that I can ever accept my sobriety as an accomplished fact. Yet neither do I mean that I am, as in the early days of it, haunted by the fear of returned drunkenness. Then, it was a ghost always with me, casting its dark shadow across the way. What if the old pattern reasserted itself? What if I did get drunk? I, who wanted so desperately to stay sober!