I would commence to wallow in the bog of guilt.
Here pride and rebellion would give way to depression.
Though the variations were many,
my main theme always was, "How god-awful I am.". . .
During those bouts with guilt,
there was never a decent regret for the harms I had done . . .
In pride I could say, "Look at me, I am wonderful."
In guilt I would moan, "I'm awful."
Therefore guilt is really the reverse side of the coin of pride.
Bill W., June 1961.
Right actions for the future
are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past.
G U I L T = God Understands I Lack Trust.
Hi, I'm Alena, an alcoholic.
Guilt is a heavy, hard topic for me to share on. It's hard to remember those mornings when I wondered, "What did I do last night?" I relapsed once, and my sponsor came over the next day. She made me dig the bottles out of the trashcan. Then she asked me to count them. We were two short. I'll never forget that moment when my stomach dropped down into my feet. I thought, "What did I do? Did I drive? Where did I go?" Next, we walked around my car looking for damage or, heaven forbid, something else. I never want to forget that terror. Those two missing bottles and what they implied. To this day, I don't know. I do know that if I continue to work the Steps and I keep going to meetings, being willing to be willing and open minded, keeping my side of the street clean, and most of all, holding on tight to my Higher Power no matter what, I'll never have another morning like that again. Thanks for being here and for letting me share.
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