An Answer to Prayer

IT WAS MY worst time in four and a half years of sobriety. I was unemployed; my second marriage had just ended in divorce; I had no car; and only one of my three children lived with me. I was lonely and depressed. There was too much time to wonder why I was staying sober if this was as good as life got. I talked to my sponsor, attended daily meetings, and shared my feelings. Nothing seemed to help, and I felt like a hypocrite. The urge to drink was strong and enticing. Some days, it was an actual physical battle to keep from seeking out a bottle to numb me. I grew resentful when well-intentioned AAs said I should count my blessings. There didn't seem to be many. "What am I doing wrong?" I asked myself. "Why should I stay sober when my life is so empty?"