Nothing sounds better to an alcoholic than the possibility that he or she may be able to drink successfully. Of course the success rate is low in AA. Alcoholic Anonymous. AA is not a program for those who need it. It is a program for those who want it.
The promises that Alcoholics Anonymous made to me were not extravagant promises. For one, I was promised a daily reprieve based on my spiritual condition. That promise has come true for me. It’s been one year of sobriety, and one day at a time, the obsession to drink has left me completely. Not only, do I not drink or do any mood or mind altering substances, but I don’t even think about it. Was I willing to go to any lengths for my sobriety? Yes. Was I willing to turn my will over to the care of God of my understanding? Yes. Was I willing to believe that a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity? Yes.
Before I wanted to stay clean and sober I could not go on one day without the constant obsession to drink or do drugs. The obsession of every alcoholic is to be able to drink successfully. It is no surprise that someone would write an article with such a passionate attitude on the possible alternatives for AA. The alternative is promising for someone that has not undergone a complete psychic change and has not had a spiritual awakening as a result of the 12 Steps.
Gratefully, I was given the gift of desperation. But I was not desperate to stop drinking and drugging. I was desperate to change. I really wanted to stop being an asshole. I don’t think science has accomplished engineering a drug that would alleviate me of my character defects.
Alcoholism described as disease made complete sense to me once it was broken down for me. I had a spiritual, physical and mental malady. The word disease as defined in the Mirriam-Webster’s Dictionary: a condition of the living animal or plant body or of one of its parts that impairs normal functioning and is typically manifested by distinguishing signs and symptoms.
The symptoms were constant lying, cheating and manipulating. Delusional thoughts, anger, discontentment and a feeling of uneasiness and a need to mask all my emotions. I drank when I was bored, I drank when I was happy, I drank when I was sad, I drank when it was raining. But I wasn’t that bad… I only drank at night, I never drank alone, I could hold my liquor. I was not like these self-proclaimed alcoholics. I have never…I had a bad case of the not yets, and boy did I think I was special.
But the moment humility kicked in and I began to identify with the emotions my fellow alcoholics felt instead of comparing the way that I drank to the way my fellows drank the transformation began. The moment I accepted that I had an allergy to alcohol and I could not drink successfully I began to listen to suggestions in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. The moment I surrendered the idea that I was special and that my circumstances were not what led me into a rehab; that the root of my problem was not alcohol, it was me. I am the problem. The way I think is the problem. Thinking that drinking is okay when it is hurting my family is the problem.
AA didn’t lie to the American people, your Alcoholic mind is lying to you.
Note: This is not the view of Headlineplus and is a press release from a third person.