Those Old Triggers

By Laura L. < I had a vision yesterday of a quiet afternoon in a quiet bar, relaxing and sipping a couple of vodka tonics and flipping through a magazine with the television going quietly in the background and occasionally chatting with the bartender. – D. > Yeah, sitting around at Borders bookstore with a…

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Proud to Say It

By Marianne H. There is absolutely no shame in being a sober alcoholic. On the contrary, it’s something to be very, very proud of. At first I, too, didn’t want to tell anybody. Looking back, I think it was because I was afraid that if others knew that *I* knew I was alcoholic, I would…

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I Recognize My Mind Games

By Steve C. I was about 9 months sober, in June of 1998, when my Dad moved in with my family because of his Lou Gehrig’s disease progression. He drinks nothing without alcohol in it, which means I keep it around the house now. He can’t move his hands, can’t walk, and is beginning to…

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365 Attaboys

by Steve C. Posting to “fish for attaboys” on his first sobriety anniversary, Steve recites a long list of things he hasn’t experienced for 365 days — no traffic tickets, no meaningless apologies, no rages at the family, no mysterious ATM withdrawal slips … Steve out of San Jose, the consummate lurker here. I just…

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