“I’m not sure how it started, but towards the end of my drinking I was going along with others in order to just not feel alone.”
I’d spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone I wasn’t, that I had no idea who I was any more.
— Dorothy Koomson
We perceive that only through utter defeat are we able to take our first steps toward liberation and strength. Our admissions of personal powerlessness finally turn out to be firm bedrock upon which happy and purposeful lives may be built… we shall find no enduring strength until we first admit complete defeat is the main taproot.
— Page 21 Twelve and Twelve
