I can verify the above from personal experience. I am 10 years sober in AA and service has been a great part of my recovery.
Starting with making coffee to opening up, taking a job e.g literature secretary, chairing meetings, sharing at meetings and then a huge bonus when I was elected Health Liaison Officer for my local Intergroup and this involved going to hospitals, charities, rehab centres etc giving talks on my own experience and how AA is the only thing tat has kept me sober. I did think, however, that maybe I was only coping because life was good at that time and how would I react if faced with serious health problems. Well my sobriety has been put to the test because I have been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and I am really struggling. It's a pernicious condition and has taken so much away from me. But I have started writing poetry, I am still sober (odaat) and life can still be good.
Below is a recent poem I have written about my sobriety. Sobriety - 10 Years On
On May 16, 2012 Chris moran wrote:
I can verify the above from personal experience. I am 10 years sober in AA and service has been a great part of my recovery.
Starting with making coffee to opening up, taking a job e.g literature secretary, chairing meetings, sharing at meetings and then a huge bonus when I was elected Health Liaison Officer for my local Intergroup and this involved going to hospitals, charities, rehab centres etc giving talks on my own experience and how AA is the only thing tat has kept me sober. I did think, however, that maybe I was only coping because life was good at that time and how would I react if faced with serious health problems. Well my sobriety has been put to the test because I have been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and I am really struggling. It's a pernicious condition and has taken so much away from me. But I have started writing poetry, I am still sober (odaat) and life can still be good.
Below is a recent poem I have written about my sobriety.
Sobriety - 10 Years On
Ten years
on I still hate parties;
hear conversation dissolve
into
embarrassing gibberish,
recoil from
alcohol drenched
kisses on
the cheek and,
ten years
on, can still s
in
self-righteous judgement
upon people
simply trying
to enjoy
themselves.
But alcohol
dragged me swiftly
beyond the
realms of enjoyment
to a lonely
space of despair,
lured me
toward dark, desolate,
dangerous places,
stole my
dignity,
self-worth, almost
robbed me
of family and friends
and nearly
killed me.
Ten years
on, I wouldn’t
trade my
sobriety for anything.