When I first came into the rooms in January of 2020, I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea what to expect. But people were welcoming and inviting, and although I was scared, I felt safe. Against my fear, I kept coming back. I sat there and listened to people’s stories and related with my own. The language was new, and I did not understand. But every time I went to a meeting, I learned not only about AA, but about myself. It was as though I was looking in a mirror and these people felt and thought the same as I did. I was not that weird kid who felt lost and alone anymore. I was an alcoholic, and these people were my brothers and sisters.