Visitors to this website share their thoughts on their experience of alcoholism, strength and hope with stories of their personal journey to recovery.
I gave up hope of ever getting sober. I decided to drink myself to death. It did not work. After destroying my children’s lives and losing our home, car and job, I temporarily sobered for a period of about 6 months – never more than a year on the wagon.
I was recently blessed with the Alateen fellowship at a conference in the Al-Anon area. They encouraged me to address my concerns about my children’s futures by hugging them, loving them, and sharing their recovery with them today.
I have come to believe that no matter how old you are, how much you have drunk or used, what color you are, what you believe or disbelieve, you can practice these principles for a lifetime.
If you are reading this and think you have a problem, chances are you do. Please don’t let your fear and refusal to get in the way of your recovery. I didn’t live to have a life without drugs. I lived so that I could help others like myself.
Believe me, I tried to blame everyone and everything I knew for my drinking. the death of my child, ex-husbands, etc. Everyone but me was responsible for my drinking.
That was the beginning of the last run. I kept getting caught in a power outage for the next 90 days. The rent check went up, I lost $ 1,000. I woke up and looked in the mirror and knew it was life or death.
I stopped eating and ended up going to the emergency room a few times before they diagnosed the liver failure and the rest. I was dying. The doctors just gave up and sent me to a county hospital to die. There I was given the final rites twice.
The night I celebrated my 6th (sobriety) birthday, I grabbed a drink.
Buckshot was just a man, not a hero, just an alcoholic with a love of the program and those around him.
I’ll start all over again today … I’m so disappointed in myself because I drank yesterday.
This alcoholism disease is too cunning and powerful to ever let me rest too long or sit on my laurels.
I knew in the midst of my madness that I had just had a spiritual experience and that I would be fine.
I lay there and waited and prayed that God would please let me die. I just needed to get out. At that point, I went black.
I had read the book and I knew everything. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what to do.
Living life on the terms of life and having to sober up for the first time was scary.
This time we relax as a family. You understand better than I do that we have to recover together.
The lovable are never forgotten and the lovable inspire long after they’re gone.
Something happened to me that night. I experienced a peace that I had never known in my life, or if I had experienced it, I did not remember it.
I used to think March 26, 1975 was the day I died.
I started drinking regularly when I was 13. The popular kids hung out with me because I could get cigarettes and alcohol.
I don’t have influential friends or fancy things. But if I had to give up my sobriety to get it all back, I don’t want it.
I hope and pray that he will come over. But after I made it up to me, there was little I could do.
I had created my own hell and then tried to run away from it.
The recovery of the whole family was the greatest gift of my life.
I had to look inside
I had to look deep into my soul to make sense of a meaningless act.
Staying married takes work
.Unfortunately, in today’s world of “Fix it Quick” mentality, divorce is chosen too quickly.
Divorce versus the risks of staying
There are many more risks in staying with the alcoholic today than when the founders were there.
The butterfly and Al-Anon
When most of us come to Al-Anon, we are like the butterfly. There was a time when we too were unsightly creatures.
He was killed the night before last
They made him blow three sheets in the wind more times than they could count.