Remembering To “Keep Coming Back”

My first meeting was in May 1991.  I cried the whole time, because when people shared, they talked about what happened to them when they drank and about how grateful they were to be sober.  I remember thinking that there was no way I could share anything about my drinking because I was too full of shame and remorse over the things I had done while I was out there.  I stayed bent over in my chair with my head down trying to hide who I was and what I was feeling.  The funny thing was, I had no idea what I was feeling.  My stomach and my head were tied up in tight little knots, and I got confused when they all started talking about the Steps and getting a sponsor, and, anyway, what did “one day at a time” really mean?