Being Powerless—And Free

I was unwilling to admit that I was a real alcoholic for a long time. The idea that I could control it stayed with me for more than 10 years. I would wake up in the morning, vowing that today would be different. I would apologize to God and make all sorts of promises – accompanied by pleas for help – to keep me from drinking to excess this new day. Each night, I would go to bed ashamed of myself, and plead with God to make tomorrow different.