In the end, I was deteriorating faster than I could lower my standards.
As long as I resent you, I am giving you the remote control to my life.
I still had my teeth so I didn’t think I was that bad. That was my standard.
There is a smorgasbord in A.A. as to what’s available, and I stayed stuck at the bread station.
I was waking up in puddles of urine—and hoping it was mine.
My sober life looked like everyone else’s drunk story.
To think that maybe I’m wrong is a powerful spiritual experience.