TAILIEUCHUNG - Recovery is a Wonderland

On Super Bowl Sunday of 1983, a major turning point occurred in my life when I walked into a 7-11 convenience store. They were selling a certain brand of beer that I liked for the first time in the state of Florida, so I bought a couple of six packs to celebrate. Why do I remember that occasion so well? Once I started drinking on that day, I was not able to stop. It was as if I had crossed an invisible line that had always been there; my descent into the abyss began. The abyss was the dark void. | Recovery is a Wonderland A story of redemption rebirth and filling the void within. Eve Marie Smashwords Edition Copyright Eve Marie 2010-2012. This free ebook may be copied distributed reposted reprinted and shared provided it appears in its entirety without alteration and the reader is not charged to access it. Register for an online 12 Step Workshop at Recovery is a Wonderland On Super Bowl Sunday of 1983 a major turning point occurred in my life when I walked into a 7-11 convenience store. They were selling a certain brand of beer that I liked for the first time in the state of Florida so I bought a couple of six packs to celebrate. Why do I remember that occasion so well Once I started drinking on that day I was not able to stop. It was as if I had crossed an invisible line that had always been there my descent into the abyss began. The abyss was the dark void of pain shame fear and loneliness that had always existed within me. Drinking alcohol somehow made everything bearable it anesthetized my feelings and let me forget my fears. Soon I was in complete seclusion isolating in my apartment. By then drinking had become my entire life. I lived to drink and drank to live. Alcohol became my lover best friend and confident. Nothing else mattered except having another drink in my hand. At times I would try to stop. Professional therapy rehab antabuse controlled drinking sheer willpower substituting drugs for drinking hospitalizations. Nothing worked. I had become a prisoner of my own making. On Saturday July 23 1988 I started drinking at noon by six that night I was in a blackout. I woke up on Tuesday morning with a doctor leaning over me in the Intensive Care Unit of a local hospital. The doctor said I had taken all my pain pills and was very lucky to be alive. We talked. For the first time I opened up to another human being. I surrendered. He listened as I described my feelings of guilt shame and remorse about my drinking and using. I poured out .

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