By going back in our own drinking histories, we could show
that years before we realized it we were out of control, that
our drinking even then was no mere habit, that it was
indeed the beginning of a fatal progression.
TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 23
When I was still drinking, I couldn’t respond to any of life’s
situations the way other, more healthy, people could. The
smallest incident triggered a state of mind that believed I
had to have a drink to numb my feelings. But the numbing
did not improve the situation, so I sought further escape in
the bottle. Today I must be aware of my alcoholism. I
cannot afford to believe that I have gained control of my
drinking—or again I will think I have gained control of my
life. Such a feeling of control is fatal to my recovery.