To this day I am amazed at people who get sober
before the holidays.
I couldn't even attempt it until after the Super Bowl.
One last blow-out party when I swore I wouldn't get drunk.
When I put alcohol in my system,
I'd lose the ability to choose how much I drank,
and Super Bowl Sunday that year was no different...
At that moment I knew what the Big Book meant
about the great obsession of every abnormal drinker being
to somehow, someday control and enjoy his drinking...
There was no more denying that I was an alcoholic.
What an epiphany!
If you think you have a problem with alcohol, you probably do.
F E A R = Few Ever Arrive Rejoicing.
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