Out of the woods

I was 24 years old—young by any measure—when I finally got sober after a couple of tries. Thanks to a Higher Power, I fell in almost immediately with a group of men in their 30s, who carried me through those days of early sobriety. I was occasionally asked why I didn’t attend young people’s meetings. “I feel a lot older than 24,” was my honest response. At that point it really didn’t matter how old I was: I was sick and suffering and needed the solution AA offered.