Heat, pray, love

When I first heard the words "Big Book" in AA, I thought that the members were talking about the Bible, and that I would have to read it. I was crazed, shaking and full of despair, and all I could think was, Oh, no. What have I gotten myself into now, a cult? Although I wanted to be invisible, people kept surrounding me and saying that it was a matter of life and death for someone like me to pick up a drink. This was news and got me listening. I kept going back, in case I heard something else that helped make sense of it all. I heard a lot of God gibberish. It was all unattainable to me, but the love of strangers kept pulling me up from the bottom of the ocean and getting my attention, one day at a time, one minute at a time.