Originally Posted by keithj

When I got sober, I believed that the world was divided into those who were blessed and those who were f**ked. Everybody is in one of those two boxes. And it was obvious to me which box I was in. I was one of the ones who wasn't going to recover. I was just going to keep living that way getting ever more miserable and alone. Somehow, that idea filled me with enough desperation, and enough freedom, to truly surrender. I had nothing to lose, and I could fearlessly do all the things I was reluctant to do. I worked the AA program like my life depended on it, because I had nothing to lose.