SRS One day at a time.

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  1. Jackanapes

    Jackanapes turbodirectinjection OT Supporter

    Jun 4, 2002
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    Fear and loathing in Garland, Texas
    It was eleven years ago. I was dead inside, numb drinking the last of a half gallon of vodka. It did not even get me drunk. I could feel nothing but wanting the mental anguish and pain to stop. I craved for death. You see what I was doing was wrong and I knew it. There was no hiding place. I was addicted. I had no way to stop yet stop I must. I had gone to AA for a few months and the head full of knowledge and belly full of booze did not mix. So on this day in 1993 I made a choice. Recovery was everything or it was nothing. I had to try working the steps and go to ninety meeting in ninety days. To work the steps I needed to get a sponsor and do what he told me to do. After all I tried to just half ass fuck around and here I was wanting to die. So there was a fork in the road by the last house on the block. Surrender to darkness or go into that house and try to find a higher power that could restore me to sanity. I went into that house and found others there like me. They know what I had been thru. I am humbled by the thought of this day. You see I could not have done this on my own. It was true the help of my brothers and sisters in the group and a higher power that did for me what I could not do for myself.

    Yes this day I remember and am grateful.
  2. nukegoat

    nukegoat New Member

    Sep 26, 2003
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    San Jose, CA

    congratulations on 11 years... yea it always strikes me when people finally come to the realization that their partying had brought them to the point where death sounded like a more attractive option... insanity. pure insanity.

    glad you're here.

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