Hitting bottom opened my mind and I became willing to try
something different. What I tried was A.A. My new life
in the Fellowship was a little like learning how to ride a
bike for the first time: A.A. became my training wheels
and my supporting hand. It's not that I wanted
the help so much at the time; I simply did not want to hurt
like that again. My desire to avoid hitting bottom again
was more powerful than my desire to drink. In the beginning
that was what kept me sober. But after a while I found
myself working the Steps to the best of my ability.
I soon realized that my attitudes and actions were changing
-- if ever so slightly. One Day at a Time, I became comfortable
with myself, and others, and my hurting started to heal. Thank
God for the training wheels and supporting hand that I choose
to call Alcoholics Anonymous.