The Bright Spot

I went to my first AA meeting at the age of sixteen. On the outside, I tried to project the image of confidence. On the inside, I was dying. I put on a tough attitude to keep people away. I was afraid if they really could see through me that they would just confirm what I already thought. I hated who I was and what I had become and I just wanted it to be over. I prayed many nights to God, asking him to kill me in my sleep, always saying that I would do it myself in the morning if he didn't. The next day I'd get up and just start drinking.