If it weren't for two ladies who saw me waiting on a cold, freezing night outside the church where the meeting was held, I would not have gone in. When I was inside, the warmth I felt was not just coming from the radiators in the room-it was from the people who made me feel so welcome.
Took me a while to find my voice, but I shed a whole lot of tears that first night and many times after that. In fact, three years on and a lot of changes in my life, the tears still come. Going in to that first meeting and all of the meetings after have become a big, wonderful part of my life, one I cherish and one that will be with me for the rest of my life.
No, you're not stupid, it shows a lot of courage to make it to the parking lot as you got away from the insanity......