That fateful night when I reached out to strangers at the clubhouse for recovering alcoholics, I was truly a basket case. It was a big adjustment to being divorced after a long-term marriage. Especially when I was the rejected one. I must have had a look about me that said she’s vulnerable. You can take advantage now.
After attending Open AA meetings and Al-Anon for some time, I pretty much was starting to realize that everyone that came there, came there for the same reason. We were sick, mentally and emotionally.
The good news was that many were becoming better, by working the 12-steps. The bad news was that some were still extremely sick and needy. From that night a few years back, when I’d first fallen to my knees in despair, I had realized I needed help, even though I wasn’t the one abusing drugs and alcohol. Continue reading 'Part Two: Sharing Some Personal Thoughts on PTSD and Alcoholism'»