my daily reflections…

for me, the idea that there was another who may suffer from the disease of alcoholism like i did was unthinkable. as i fought for a reason to try anythin my ego would allow me, i only returned to alcohol. its power over me had made me powerless. how could anyone had ever felt like i did? comin into the rooms fearful, but wantin to try it as a last resort, i sat in a coffee bar listenin to the storys as the meetins droned on. some told my emotionally twisted tale. the spiritual principles seemed to work as i trembled in fear of admittin, surrenderin, and finally comin to believe. i look back today and cannot say what it truly may have been. i understand today without really been able to explain how, what, or why, even with the ideas of desperation, hopelessness, and unmanageability loomin. i can say this, hearin others who had felt like i did was a great help toward movin forward to where i am today. 1 day @ a time...