I’ve found an antidote to the fear I recently wrote about. After thinking more about it, I realized something obvious. During those first 59 days I went without a drink after the turning point, I probably attended 40 AA meetings. During the next 43 days between New Year’s Eve and Valentine’s Day that I didn’t drink, I attended about 8 of them. During the next 19 days that I didn’t drink, I didn’t attend any of them.
Once I realized this, I’ve made a point of trying to get to at least one meeting per week. And as of today, it has now been 60 days since my last drink… the longest period of time I’ve gone without one in at least a decade. I’m not saying that just showing up at AA once a week is the cure, but it’s at least part of the cure.
