After the initial shock and fear wore off, I actually got into sharing my feelings with others. I am not talking about the war stories, but the actual isolation, pain, fear and self-destruction that shadow every alcoholic. The intense sharing actually brought me to a better understanding of how out of control I had been over the years.
Where had time gone? Where had I been hiding? Why had I been hiding? How am I going to climb out of this enormous hole that was created by 22 years of alcoholic bliss?
These were just some of the questions that danced around my head at night as I tried to sleep.
