Mysterious Alchemy

"Frankly, B., I don't understand alcoholism. Go to AA." Those were the words of my exasperated psychotherapist, whom I had been seeing for several years in a futile attempt to stop drinking. So miserable was I that it was a struggle just to get to his office for my weekly appointments. The only thing I knew about AA was that there was a lot of talk about God. Whatever God I had once believed in became a casualty of my scientific training. I no longer believed in a personal God. Yet what did I have to lose? I was desperate.