I can't stop, I have one
drink and then when it's finished, I have to pour another
one.
Itgag
Yupik
We learned that we had to fully
concede to our innermost selves that we were alcoholics. This is the first
step in recovery. The delusion that we are like other people, or presently
may be, has to be smashed.
We alcoholics are men and women
who have lost the ability to control our drinking. We know that no real
alcoholic ever recovers control. All of us felt at times we were regaining
control, but such intervals--usually brief--were inevitably followed by
still less control, which led in time to pitiful and incomprehensible
demoralization. We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are
in the grip of a progressive illness. Over any considerable period we get
worse, never better.
Big Book pg.
30
Reprinted with permission
A.A.W.S.
No words can tell of the
loneliness and despair I found in that bitter morass of self-pity.
Quicksand stretched around me in all directions. I had met my match. I had
been overwhelmed. Alcohol was my master...
How dark it is before the dawn!
In reality that was the beginning of my last debauch. I was soon to be
catapulted into what I like to call the fourth dimension of existence. I
was to know happiness, peace, and usefulness, in a way of life that is
incredibly more wonderful as time passes.
Big Book pg.
8
Reprinted with
permission A.A.W.S.
Great Spirit all
the power comes from you.
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