A Dream is a Promise You Give Yourself
I took my last drink on February 19, 1997, making February 20 my AA birthday. In my drinking life, I wet my pants once on a date and I couldn’t understand why the man didn’t want to come upstairs for a nightcap. I vomited in my sleep, blacked out with regularity and slept with men who belonged to other women. I slept with men I didn’t even remember meeting, left jobs before I could be fired and said things I’ve regretted to people I didn’t want to hurt. I took advantage of friends when I shouldn’t have, smashed my face and almost fell out a window. My life was completely unmanageable.