From Hate to Higher Power

I got dry on Thanksgiving Day, 1994, and I hated it. I didn't know how to deal with the onslaught of emotions, or life in general without a drink. And all the wreckage I had caused while drinking was catching up with me. I went to meetings, because it was the only place I was safe from a drink for an hour. But I hated the AA program, and I hated all the happy, smiling people in AA. You see, I had forgotten how to laugh or smile, so I hated those who could. I didn't take any of the suggestions given to me, and I didn't take any of the Steps.