Welcome everyone to tonight's Alcoholic Anonymous meeting. We have a new member joining us this evening. Everyone please welcome Qrow.
I have a question.
Go ahead Qrow.
Why is it called Alcoholic Anonymous when I know pretty much half of the people in here? Honestly Professor Oobleck, I thought it was coffee you were drinking this entire time, you surprised me. And Glynda! Boy howdy! Does Ozpin know about this? Also I'm pretty sure that's Roman Torchwick wearing that fake wig, the eyeliner gave it away. I know this this guy next to me runs a bar and let me tell you he is not sticking with his step-by-step program! This woman I don't know but I would like to get to know over drinks! How about it, love?
Now wait a minute!
*Qrow and the woman leave arm in arm leaving the group staring after them in stunned silence.*
Honestly it’s exhausting to face physical and mental pain
without narcotics. I feel so defeated. I’m so fed up with my screwed up sleep
patterns. I desperately wish I could sleep for more than 2 hours at a time. I
need a holiday from my chronic illness. Screw that I want a break from sobriety;
on days like today it’s really hard to be sober. Every fiber of my being is
crying for an escape.
As desperately as my mind wants to escape I don’t want to
lose control of my life. I am powerless over drugs and alcohol. So instead I will
rest and eat and take care of myself; effectively giving my body the energy it
needs to keep fighting.
Since the moment I opened my eyes this morning I was fighting back the tears. I was trying not to wake my husband with my sniffles. I got up, and cried. I mean just tears falling, and it was at that moment I realized why am I fighting back these tears today? These are happy tears. They remind me of what I’ve done to get here. The challenges and obstacles. The victories and accomplishments.
Today is all about me. And I’m gonna keep smiling and crying as much as my heart wants. Because I earned this. Today is my day.
“Don’t pick up a drink or drug, one day at a time. It sounds so simple. It actually is simple but it isn’t easy: it requires incredible support and fastidious structuring. Not to mention that the whole infrastructure of abstinence based recovery is shrouded in necessary secrecy. There are support fellowships that are easy to find and open to anyone who needs them but they eschew promotion of any kind in order to preserve the purity of their purpose, which is for people with alcoholism and addiction to help one another stay clean and sober.
Without these fellowships I would take drugs. Because, even now, the condition persists. Drugs and alcohol are not my problem, reality is my problem, drugs and alcohol are my solution.”
So today, as we approach the holidays (trigger, trigger) I will remind myself of this. 22 months without a drop of alcohol.
I was talking to my husband the other day about my sobriety. I asked him if he thought I’d drink again. He responded with he doesn’t “think I care about drinking” and I think he is absolutely right. I don’t need to drink and I certainly don’t even want to drink.
I just keep checking off the months, one day at a time.