keithj

Stop looking for a reason why and accept that fact.

When I got sober, Dallas, I stopped believing that I would get it right this time. In fact, I knew that I wouldn't get it right. Not ever. I knew that I was just going to keep repeating the same pattern, and life would keep getting worse, and I'd be even more alone than I already was, and that life would be this endless stream of panic filled days.

Oddly enough, in that desperation is where I became willing to do whatever it took. It's where I started saying 'I don't know' instead of thinking I had any good ideas when it came to getting sober. My eyes were filled with fear and my face distorted with panic.

The BB talks about needing the desperation of a drowning man to latch onto this thing.