Personal Alcohol and Drug Recovery Stories

Visitors to this site share thoughts about their experience with alcoholism, as well as strength and hope, with stories of their personal journey in recovery.

I gave up hope of ever becoming sober. I decided to drink myself to death. It didn't work. After destroying my kids' lives and losing our home, car and my job, I became temporarily sober for periods of 6 months or so—never lasting more than a year on the wagon.

I was blessed with Alateen fellowship at a recent Al-Anon area conference. They have encouraged me to act on my concerns for my children's future by hugging them, loving them, and sharing recovery with them today.

What I have come to believe is that it doesn't matter how old you are, how much you drank or used, the color of your skin, what you believe or don't believe, you can practice these principles for life.

If you read this and you think you have a problem, chances are you do. Please do not let your fear and your denial get in the way of your recovery. I did not live to live life without drugs. I lived so that I could help others like myself.

Believe me, I tried to blame everyone and everything I knew for my drinking; the death of my child, the ex-husbands, etc. Everyone was responsible for my drinking except me.

That started the last run. I was in a blackout off and on for the next 90 days. The rent check bounced, I lost $1,000. I woke up and looked in the mirror and knew that it was life or death.

I stopped eating and finally ended up in the ER a couple of times before they diagnosed the liver failure and the rest. I was dying. The doctors just gave up and shipped me off to a county hospital to die. There I was given Last Rites twice.

The night I celebrated my 6th (sobriety) anniversary I picked up a drink.

Buckshot was just a man no hero just an Alcoholic with a love for the program and for his fellow man.

I'm starting all over again today... I am so disappointed in myself because I drank yesterday.

This disease of alcoholism is too cunning baffling and powerful to let me ever take a rest or sit on my laurels for too long.

I knew in the midst of my sheer insanity that I had just had a spiritual experience and that I would be okay.

I lay there waiting and I prayed for God to please let me die. I just needed out. I blacked out at that point.

I had read the book and knew it all. I didn't need anyone to tell me what I had to do.

Living life on life's terms and having to do everything sober for the first time was scary.

Mike K

This time we are recovering as a family. They understand better as do I that we need to recover together.

The lovable are never forgotten and the lovable inspire long after they are gone.

Something happened to me that night. I experienced a peace that I had never known in my life or if I had experienced it before, I didn't remember it.

I used to think that March 26, 1975, was the day that I died.

I started to drink on a regular basis when I was 13. The popular kids would hang out with me because I could get cigarettes and booze.

I do not have influential friends or fancy things. But if I had to give up my sobriety to get all of that back I don't want it.

I hope and pray that he comes around. But after my amends had been made there was little else I could do.

I had created my own hell then tried to run away from it.

The recovery of the whole family has been the greatest gift of my life.

I had to look within deep within my soul to make sense out of a senseless act.

Unfortunately in today's world of "fix it quick" mentality divorce is too quickly chosen.

There are a lot more risks in staying with the alcoholic today than there were when the founders were around.

When most of us come to Al-Anon we are similar to the butterfly. There was a time when we too were unlovely creatures.

They let him drive away from there three sheets to the wind more times than they could count.