A Bottom for Step Three?
I had figured out what I was doing here – I was telling my story. Yes, that’s what I was doing, because I’d prefer to recover from alcoholism my way. I want to recover by telling my story. When I first wrote that post with the evil fox, I said “I love this feeling.” Then I revised it to say, “I used to love this feeling,” because that second sentence made it sound like I had progressed.
“This feeling” doesn’t work for me anymore. Self will doesn’t work any better for me dry than it does drunk. It’s not just alcohol that makes me life unmanageable, it’s my will. My will makes my life unmanageable.