My search was conducted on the very edge of society among fellow outcasts, all of them looking for answers, all making the same mistakes, all looking in the wrong places.
I wasn’t going to find a life worth living among the thieves, fighters, gamblers and one-time somebodies that propped up the bars of the worst drinking holes I attended back then on a nightly basis.
The people I was mixing with then had already given up on their search and I too had fallen into their fold. My existence had become a beggar’s search for the next hit of alcohol. I didn’t really care who bought it for me, but I needed it, I craved it and it consumed me.
All my thoughts, even when I had achieved my goal and was standing looking longingly into a full glass, were on where the next drink would come from. I was at the jumping off point and had to find a way out of this dark existence.
This is the story of how I found my way out of that darkness and into the light.
[whohit]-The Twelve Step Warrior-[/whohit]