What AA Means to Me

On December 1, 1968, I emerged into consciousness after having passed out--again. I lay on my couch hearing music and imagining that the flecks in the wooden floor were bugs jumping. I could not be still. My husband told me he really couldn't go on this way. That evening I shamefacedly appeared at the local delicatessen asking for two beers. The knowing look of pity I received as I paid for them was standard among my suppliers. I drank the beers that night truly for medicinal reasons. The DTs were so bad I was falling apart. I called AA. The office was closed but a recording told me when it would be open.