A time to drink

I drank when I was sad, anxious, lonely, happy and depressed.  I always drank.  I drank because after awhile it was the only thing I knew.  I did not know what a sober day felt like.  Over the course of time the occasional drink became an obsession.  Quitting felt like a distant planet or star.  It was something that I could not do on my own.  It took the help of others who shared my pain, fear and confusion!  I went to A.A. meetings and got angry on the inside.  I realize now, I was angry because deep down, I knew I was exactly like everybody in that room and alcohol would not allow me to admit that to myself!!