“The sad truth settled in my mind by the end of my first 30 days. I could never drink again. It was hard to fathom. My entire life evolved and then revolved around alcohol. Christmas, birthdays, Thanksgiving would never be the same. I felt like I was a soldier without a uniform, a weapon or a post.”
As the Cookie Monster sat on the bench overlooking the beach, he sadly mused to himself, “Without my cookies, Iam just a Monster.”
As the sober days grew into sober months and then into sober years, a new and beautiful life began to emerge from the shambles of my former existence.
— Page 558 Alcoholics Anonymous
