Right Where I Belong
The first Al‑Anon meeting I attended was not for me—or so I thought. I was accompanying a friend who was
I Desperately Needed a Life Preserver
A number of years ago, I finally took the step to walk into a drug and alcohol counselor’s office. By
Baby-Stepping toward Recovery
When I came to Al‑Anon several months ago, I had no idea of the serenity I would start to enjoy
Only What Is Mine To Do
Before I came to Al‑Anon, I felt that it was my job to make sure I kept my household running
Keeping My Peace
My peace belongs to me, but it is so easy to give it away or let someone take it. One
Moving On from My Past
Before I came to Al‑Anon, I had wrapped myself up in so many layers of denial that to sit in
No Substitute
Al‑Anon has turned out to be the very best thing I have ever done for myself. Although I knew that
In Lieu of a Cure
I sometimes think of Al‑Anon meetings as an emergency room or infirmary where I can get treatment for my anxiety,
Maybe I Was Not Alone
I felt lonely, isolated and trapped. I had thoughts going around in my head that nobody could possibly understand. I
I Always Come to a New Understanding
The first alcoholic in my life was my mother. When I was young, I never heard of A.A., Al‑Anon, Alateen