PO Box 1980

I'm coming up on my tenth anniversary in June and have lived the past three months in a white-knuckling dry drunk. At New Year's, I lost my romantic love, and then my oldest, most cherished friend in AA died. I was heartbroken and in physical agony. I became, at least in my own mind, the arrogant, irritable person people used to shun. I started isolating. When I prayed, I felt as if I wasn't reaching God. I felt marginalized and rejected. I was a wreck.