Antidepressants and me (Part 5)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

A funny thing happened as my daily routine changed dramatically during the past month.

Sometimes, because of the strange hours I was keeping, I forgot to take my medication.

Every second day or so I’d realise that I hadn’t taken my Prozac or Cymbalta or both, and if the time was right or near enough (Prozac in the morning, Cymbalta with dinner) I’d take them.

But as the days passed and my new anything-goes routine continued, I found myself forgetting more and more…

…but at the same time, I began worrying less and less about it because overall I was feeling the best that I ever had for…Crom knows how long.

And then a few weeks ago, I found that I was almost out of Cymbalta and my dwindling Prozac supply wasn’t far behind either.

My initial reaction was concern…

…but then I considered that, although I hadn’t been taking my daily doses most of the time during the past few weeks, I felt great.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

So, I decided to experiment on myself.

First, I stopped taking my Prozac.

Second, a few nights later I took the last of my Cymbalta.

Third, I didn’t renew my Cymbalta prescription.

Fourth, for the past two-three weeks I have not taken any antidepressants at all.

Finally, for the past two-three weeks I have continued to feel great.

*

I was going to tell my psychiatrist about my experiment last week, but I was unable to make that appointment.

So this week I told him what I had been doing.

He had no problems with it, encouraged me to continue and said that if in the future the black dog returned we could try medication again.

My experiment had been a success.

*

Out of curiosity, I asked my psychiatrist if there was a ‘settling-out’ period opposite to the ‘settling-in’ period where if you begin taking antidepressants you should allow about four weeks to them to settle into your system.

He said yes – when you stop taking antidepressants, give yourself about two weeks for your system to readjust.

*

On one hand, it’s great not having to take medication and spend money to buy more.

On the other hand, and despite my initial concern back in mid-2007, I’m glad that for the past few years I did take antidepressants because, along with my therapy and self-development, they helped improve my life considerably and get me to where I am today.

I may need them again in the future, but I’ll worry about that when – or if – that situation arises.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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OFFS! (Part 2)

Part 1

Saturday evening was just beginning, so the pub downstairs was already quite lively.

Fortunately, there were several counters, and the one where I’d checked in yesterday wasn’t very busy.

One of the two staff there was a young guy, and after he greeted me cheerfully I told him politely that there was no hot water upstairs.

Suddenly, he looked very uncertain and said hesitatingly that he “didn’t know anything about the hotel rooms upstairs”, but if I just waited a minute he’d go and ask someone else about it.

I thanked him, and as he left I stood there and waited.

A minute or so later, he returned and said that someone was being telephoned to see what needed to be done.

I thanked him and he left once more.

Another minute or later, he returned to say that the electric system was being rebooted in the hope that it would get hot water flowing again.

I thanked him for that, and then he said something quite extraordinary.

The pub, he confessed with an embarrassed smile, had also been without hot water since “that afternoon”.

What?!?

I stayed quiet, though, as he advised me that he didn’t know how long it would be before there hot water again, but hopefully it would be soon and if later there still wasn’t, please let us know again…

I thanked him and left.

*

I returned to my room and teh internets, and for a little while I pondered what had just happened.

I had no issues with the young guy. All throughout he had been friendly and helpful; he had taken ownership and action of the problem; and eventually, the problem had been addressed…

…but the pub had also been without hot water for a few or several hours?

That’s like a pub with no beer.

To be fair, perhaps the pub had been using a perfectly reasonable work-around, but still…

…and if I had instead suffered in silence and tried using my own work-around like boiling water with my room’s kettle and washing from my room’s basin, how much longer would the pub have perhaps continued without hot water?

It’s astounding just how powerful and life-changing those words Oh, for fuck’s sake! can be – and not just for myself.

*

About an hour or so later, I returned to the bathroom and my preferred shower-stall.

I remained dressed as, full of hope but prepared for the worst, I turned on the hot-water tap a little.

Water gently burst downwards.

I let the water run a few seconds, and then I moved my hand into it.

It was very hot.

I smiled, turned off the tap and got undressed.

A moment later, I cranked both taps wide open so that the water blasted downwards and stepped under it.

And there I remained for the next fifteen minutes or so.

It was a great shower, indeed.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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OFFS! (Part 1)

Ever since mid-2007 when I began my recovery, it’s always inspiring and rewarding to learn and apply another lesson about living that enables my life to keep getting better.

But sometimes for whatever reason, intentionally or unintentionally, you forget what you learn and you knowingly or unknowingly backslide.

And when that happens, you need to shock yourself with a mental lightning-bolt.

Not a big painful shock that leads you to dwell on the problem you’ve created, but a short sharp shock that prompts you to take action and keep moving forward.

*

A couple of weekends ago, a friend who lives near Wollongong invited me down there to go indoor rock-climbing.

I’d never rock-climbed indoors or outdoors before, but I was intrigued and it was another chance to step outside of my comfort zone, so I said yes.

As well, I decided to make that trip more of an event by combining it with a hotel stay.

Very fortunately, I found a pub-hotel with very good rates that was not only five minutes’ walk from the railway station where I needed to travel to, but it was also less than 10 minutes’ walk from the indoor rock-climbing venue.

So the day before I was due to go climbing, I travelled to just south of Wollongong, checked in to my home-away-from-home for the next three nights, settled in, and relaxed until another typical bedtime in the very small hours of the morning.

*

A couple of hours before I was due to meet my friend, I awoke feeling very zen.

An hour or so later after some wake-up internets, I was still feeling very zen and warm from sleep when I headed to the hotel’s shared bathroom for a dump and a shower.

I felt even more zen after my dump, but shortly after when I turned on the shower I was a little dismayed to find that there was no hot water.

That sucked a little, but because I was still warm from sleep and I showered quickly it wasn’t the end of the world.

I considered that the lack of hot water was a temporary problem that sometimes happens where several people share one bathroom in one morning – I’ve encountered this several times before – when I got back from climbing in a few hours’ time there should be hot water again.

Shortly after, I got ready and headed off to meet my friend.

*

Several hours later, I returned from climbing.

I wasn’t sweating like a hog, but I was nonetheless looking forward to a hot shower as a welcome treat for my pleasantly-aching self.

So once again I returned to the bathroom…

…to find with even more dismay that there was still no hot water.

Darn.

The first thing to do, of course, was to go downstairs to the pub and tell management that there was a problem.

As I gathered up my things to head back to my room and dress appropriately to head downstairs, I began to idly think about back-up plans.

What if I reported the hot-water problem but nothing could be done about it there and then…

…or, considering the worse-case scenario of poor Aussie customer service, I was told something like, “Sorry, mate, don’t know what to do” or (with a smirk) “Tough shit, eh?”

I left the bathroom and went back down the hallway to my room.

If nothing could be done about the hot water…there was a wash-basin in my room, and an electric kettle, so I could boil some water, fill the basin, add some cold water to cool it down and wash myself from there…

…but there was no plug for the basin.

Well, I could wad in some paper as a makeshift plug, or a towel…or I could even visit the nearby general store and perhaps buy a plug there…

…but the day before, I’d visited that store and it didn’t inspire much confidence…and if it did have a plug, it would most likely be at a rip-off price…

…and so my mind went round and round until I reached my door, and I realised what I was doing.

And so I suddenly zapped myself out of my funk by mentally snarling four magic words at myself:

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

I was turning the hotel’s problem of no hot water into my problem and I was taking it upon myself to do something about it.

Yes, it was the hotel’s problem.

So what was the right thing to do – and the only thing to do?

Tell the hotel about their problem!

And if they didn’t do anything about it, or weren’t prepared to do anything about it, then take action!

I suddenly felt a lot better.

At the same time, though, instead of continuing to beat up myself about the wrong mental path I’d taken, I told myself that I’d made a simple mistake, so acknowledge it, cool it and move on.

I did.

I went back into my room and got dressed.

Then I headed back out and went downstairs to report the lack of hot water…

…and until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

Part 2

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Reading all through the night

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Apart from sleeping and working better, my new routine of staying up all night has led to something else to look forward to after midnight.

Several weeks ago, this article at Slate introduced me to the highly-regarded Texas Monthly true-crime articles of Skip Hollandsworth. In particular, there was the engrossing yet very sad ‘The Lost Boys’ about early-‘70s serial sex-killer Dean Corll and the now elderly parents of his male teenage victims still haunted by his awful legacy.

Next, the Slate article and ‘The Lost Boys’ led me to Longform, the site that links to a wonderfully endless variety of non-fiction articles old and new.

And ever since, I’ve slowly been working my way through Longform’s (currently) 229 pages of links.

When I work late at night, I use my version of the Pomodoro Technique where I work for 30 minutes, break for 30 minutes and keep repeating until I finally go to bed. During my breaks, when I’m not surfing or catching up with various personal matters, I’ll often head to Longform, find yet another interesting-looking article to read, and lose myself in it.

Regular readers of Black and Blue Man may have noticed that recently I’ve begun linking to some of these articles in my Twitter feed. As of this writing, the latest article I’ve linked to was one that actually brought me to tears – ‘Two CIA Prisoners in China, 1952–73’, an astounding story of resilience and survival. What made me cry was what greeted each prisoner when they were released, including the simple yet powerful gesture to one prisoner that was “the first act of dignity shown him in 20 years”.

If you’re looking for some great reading with a broad range of subject matter, I can’t recommend Longform highly enough.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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All through the night

A funny thing happened after I began working from home in October 2010.

My approximate bedtime of 2am most nights soon became 5am most nights.

Because I no longer had to think about waking up by a certain time each weekday morning, I became more relaxed and stayed up longer.

Soon, I made another interesting discovery.

That time of night between midnight and my new bedtime became my best period for getting work done.

I was no stranger to working late and weird hours, especially since I had begun working in IT in early 1997, but now I was doing it every night and had more time to do so.

In fact, I began looking forward to it more and more – not only because there were much less emails and ‘phone calls to bug me, but also because the relaxing privacy and solitude of that time period enabled me to become more productive.

As a result, work became less stressful and life in general kept getting better.

*

One night a couple of weeks ago, another funny thing happened.

I became so calm and relaxed that I didn’t go to bed until shortly after 7:30am, well after dawn.

The next morning, I did the same thing again.

And the morning after that, and the morning after that…

…and so, a new routine took hold.

Some days, I slept a few hours, got up for an hour or so, and eventually went back to bed – while other days, I slept solidly for up to 7-8 hours.

And best of all to a life-long insomniac like me, the quality of those sleeps was amazing.

I woke up feeling wonderful.

*

And so, for the past couple of weeks, life’s been like that.

Most of the time I now play, sleep, wake and work when I need or want to.

Every now and then there are still business-hour meetings to dial into, but they’re not a problem – because often I sleep up until an hour beforehand, and if I need to I can go back to bed straight afterwards.

As well, if there’s something in my private life that best needs attending to during business hours, I have the flexibility to get it out of the way and return to my work late at night without distraction.

Fortunately, my employer is a big believer in the concept of the work-life balance, and my manager is also very supportive.

For as long as my current work situation lasts, I’m going to make the most of it and enjoy it as much as I can.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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Poor Man, Rich Man: DA (Part 3)


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A week later, I went back to DA.

And for the next six months I went back to most meetings, unless something suddenly came up that night.

The routine very quickly fell into place – catching the train over there two hours beforehand; having dinner at the nearby McDonald’s; looking in the nearby bargain-bookstore and sometimes buying books; walking to the meeting venue past the café with the white and black-spotted cat sitting outside most evenings; and usually being the first or one of the first to arrive about ten minutes before the meeting began.

Soon, I would help set up the room for meetings.

Eventually, I would also chair some of the meetings – and most times when I read out the preamble, I would stumble over reading out the word ‘anonymity’. No, it wasn’t psychological – but whenever I saw that word, my brain and mouth would start processing it as ‘anony-mity’ and then get it right as ‘ano-nym-i-ty’.

I got to know more and more about some of the other regular attendees, and how and why they’d arrived at DA. Some had been coming regularly, or on-and-off, for many years.

Some weeks, only a handful of people would turn up – while other weeks, we’d have to find extra chairs.

There was often laughter, or tears, or both.

Each meeting I attended was remarkable in its own way.

*

Soon, I also resolved the DA component that had troubled me greatly at first – what, or who, was my Higher Power?

One night at one of my first meetings, as I was looking past a few people at where the Twelve Steps banner was hanging on the wall behind them, I got an idea.

Another meeting or so later, after having mulled over it some more, I described to my fellow attendees what my Higher Power was.

It was a mental image I called the Future Me, a smiling vision of myself somewhere in what I then thought would be the distant future where I was debt-free (or well onto the way of being so) and living a much better and stress-free life thanks to the action I had taken and the financial literacy I had learnt.

As I explained to my fellow attendees, the Future Me was what I was striving towards and what was keeping me going. That was my Higher Power.

And for some of the time, it worked.

*

Going to DA encouraged me to seek more help and resources about my situation.

As well, thanks to DA literature and other information I found in books and online, at first I did the right things like proactively contacting creditors and working out with them when I could make payments.

But soon, the growing stream of letters and ‘phone calls became an overwhelming flood.

Unfortunately, I became very scared.

And because of my growing embarrassment, fear and shame, I stopped being proactive.

Unopened mail and ‘phone messages piled up.

And as a result, my weekly trips to DA became even more important.

Those meetings became 50-minute sanctuaries from the mess I’d made of my outside world.

Apart from my psychiatrist, my fellow attendees were the only people I was comfortable talking to.

Not only did they give me an outlet so that I wouldn’t keep my fear and terror bottled up and festering inside, but after many of those meetings I was compelled to stop putting off calls I had to return or correspondence I had to reply to.

One week at a time, DA was helping me to cope and take some action.

But as more time passed, it wasn’t enough.

The end, it seemed, was coming faster and faster.

I had to take major action.

But what?

*

And then a few nights before Christmas 2010, I unexpectedly found my answer.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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Poor Man, Rich Man: DA (Part 2)

Part 1

A funny thing happened on the way to my first DA meeting.

A couple of hours before the meeting, I caught the train over to the major suburb near the meeting venue. I did this to have dinner beforehand and give myself enough time to reach the venue (it was my first time in that area, so I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get there).

When I got off the train, I checked my lottery numbers at a nearby newsagent and discovered that I’d won some money – only a very small amount, but it was an amusing surprise nonetheless.

*

Shortly after, I did something I hadn’t done for a long time – bought dinner at a nearby McDonald’s.

I hadn’t been to a Macca’s for a while because although I don’t mind their food, they’re not designed or meant for the hours-long dining-out I usually prefer – but tonight, a modest meal was all I needed.

As it would turn out, dinner at that Macca’s each DA night would become part of a welcome routine over the next six months.

*

After dinner, I had a little time to kill before heading off to the meeting, so I did something that was potentially dangerous – visit a nearby bargain-bookstore.

And to my complete lack of surprise, there were a few interesting-looking titles there at great prices…

…but I held off.

Yes, there was the nagging fear that if I didn’t grab those books now at such great prices, I may never have the same chance again.

But for once, I convinced myself to hold off and, especially tonight, set a better example to myself.

I left the bookstore empty-handed.

*

The journey towards the meeting began.

I headed out of the major suburb I’d arrived in, its bustle and lights dropping behind me.

I passed a quaint café with a white and black-spotted cat sitting quietly on the footpath outside. The cat made me smile, and like dinner at Macca’s it would become a welcome sight during the next six months.

I walked on in the evening darkness, and the suburb I entered became more and more quiet.

Along the way I passed a police station, which made me smile and feel nervous at the same time.

Finally, I came to the public building where the meeting was shortly to begin.

I went inside, up to the first floor and then all the way around to the meeting room.

Inside were a few people talking with each other, and they looked up as I stood in the doorway.

I asked with a nervous smile, “Hi, is this Debtors Anonymous?”

They said yes and invited me in.

*

About a dozen or so chairs faced each other in a circle that filled most of the room.

I chose an empty chair near the western wall, and another part of my upcoming routine fell into place.

As a few more people arrived, I looked around at a couple of DA banners that were hanging from some walls. One of the banners listed the Twelve Steps.

As well, lying at the centre of the floor were pieces of paper with more DA material.

I sat quietly.

My fellow attendees were of all shapes, sizes, ages and socio-economic backgrounds.

I wondered with great curiosity what had brought them here.

Soon, the meeting began.

*

The evening’s chairperson took a large folder from the centre of the floor, opened it and read out a detailed preamble about what DA was and the objectives and routines of the meetings.

As well, newcomers like me were welcomed and encouraged to participate, although not feel obliged to until we were comfortable to do so.

Next, as each meeting had a particular theme, someone else read from a piece of literature pertaining to that theme and then took the first turn to speak.

More speakers followed, and I continued to sit quietly, listen and understand how to participate.

My early curiosity about what had brought everyone else here was answered. What they shared was very confronting, grim, inspiring, interesting, moving and startling.

Soon, I was asked if I wanted to speak.

I said yes and thank you, and just like I’d been hearing from the speakers before me, I introduced myself with words that would also become a regular part of my life during the next six months:

“Hello, everyone. My name is (first name) and I am a compulsive debtor, spender and under-earner.”

Everyone else greeted me with a collective “Hello, (first name)” and then I spent the next few minutes telling them why I had come here.

As I’d found with my therapy, it did wonders to get it out of my system.

And like everyone else there that night, I was no longer alone.

*

The meeting went for just under an hour, and we spent the last ten minutes or so of the hour tidying up the room so that another group could use it straight after us.

One of my fellow attendees came over, welcomed me again and told me a few more things about DA and the meetings.

She also showed me the literature that was available at each meeting. They were mostly pamphlets, but also a few books.

The books were a little pricey for me that night, but there were several pamphlets at very low prices that looked very interesting and so I bought copies of those.

As I handed over my money I mentioned how a couple of hours before I’d won that lottery money. My fellow attendee smiled and suggested that perhaps it was a good sign.

I smiled back and said that perhaps it was, although on the inside I didn’t really believe it.

But I did know for certain that next week, I would be back.

*

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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Kindle: Year One

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21 April, 2012.

Yes, it’s been a year since that fateful night when I made the big decision to buy an Amazon Kindle (or a Kindle Keyboard, as my model is now known).

It was a big decision for several reasons. Up to that point, my experience with ebooks had been very limited; at the time, it would be the riskiest purchase I’d make online (Kindles were not yet available in Australia); and I’d been officially bankrupt for just over two months.

That was why I spent an hour or so of umming and ahhing about whether I should buy a Kindle or not – because back then, perhaps it was one of the last things I should be buying.

But ultimately, I decided to do it.

And twelve months later, I’m very glad that I did.

*

Two of the main reasons that convinced me to risk buying the Kindle were to save money and stop cluttering my home with books.

And save money and stop cluttering I certainly have.

As of this writing, I have 366 titles on my Kindle (and, come to think of it, two more that I still have to download onto it). Yes, that’s a lot of ebooks…

…but not only are they 368 books that would otherwise be taking up space in my home; on average, I’ve saved roughly $15-20 per title by buying them as ebooks rather than books from local stores.

Good golly, indeed.

*

But there’s more than just the money and space that I’ve been saving.

One of the biggest advantages, of course, is portability. I can now travel anywhere with hundreds of books at my disposal (and one day, perhaps, thousands). This was particularly invaluable during my recent three weeks working in Canberra.

Another advantage of having the Kindle is being able to obtain titles that are not available in Australia, or would have been off-puttingly expensive if I’d tried to buy them as books from overseas.

As a result, I am never without anything interesting to read – and if I get a sudden craving for a certain author, genre or subject matter, it’s usually easy to meet that need (Amazon.com and wifi permitting, of course).

*

Re-reading my two old posts above, it’s amusing to see what I wrote back then and what I’ve actually done since.

I didn’t finish reading Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin because the author’s style became too flat for my liking – but I’ll never forget what I did read about the horrors of the Ukriane famine that Stalin engineered in the early 1930s. That was some of the most awful history I have ever read (I studied Soviet Russia in senior high school, but never in such detail back then – fortunately).

I have yet to buy ebook editions of The Kindly Ones and The Passage to replace the mega-arse paperback editions that I own – but they are still there on my Amazon Wish List, and recently I have been replacing other print favourites with ebook editions.

And I did buy a stand at the local Apple Store. It’s a solid metal fold-up piece designed for iPads that set me back $70, but it was worth it – and in case or emergency self-defense, it could also make a hand-weapon with good heft.

*

During the past year or so, I’ve been listening to more and more podcasts. This in turn has led to a growing interest in audiobooks, and so recently I began subscribing to Audible.

Sometime in the future, I’d also like to get into ebook editions of graphic novels, but this is one area where my Kindle can’t help, alas. I was considering a Kindle Fire for this type of reading, among other things, but the larger screen of a tablet like the iPad is more appealing.

Like I said, though, I don’t see myself tackling this until sometime in the future…

…but then again, up until late on the night of 21 April 2011 I didn’t see myself buying a Kindle until “later this year”, and look what happened.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

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Poor Man, Rich Man: DA (Part 1)

A few months ago, a friend who’d spent the past few years living overseas returned to Sydney.

Recently, she invited me to join her roommate and some friends for a pizza night at her new home – and when she told me the suburb where she now lived, I was intrigued.

And when I GPSed her address, I smiled.

It is a small world after all, because her home was only a street away from a place that, back in late 2010 and early 2011, played a very important part in saving my life from disaster.

*

It was one weekend morning in early September 2010 when I discovered that I would no longer be able to juggle my credit cards to make all of my minimum monthly payments.

I had known and feared for years that this day would come, and finally it had.

Shortly after this grim hand of reality slapped me hard across the face, I stood there stunned and worked out how long unsecured debt had been a part of my life.

The answer was eighteen years, or almost half of my adult life.

The grim hand of reality slapped me hard across the face again, and made me mad.

At myself, that is, because then I snarled four words at myself that I knew I should have snarled at myself years ago:

You’re like an alcoholic!

The truth really hurts when you finally bring yourself to face it…

…but a moment later, it gave me an idea.

When many alcoholics hit rock bottom and admit to themselves that enough is enough, what do many of them do?

They stop drinking, or get help to stop drinking.

And which famous movement has helped many alcoholics to stop drinking?

Alcoholics Anonymous (AA).

Did similar help for exist for fools like me?

I jumped online.

A few minutes later, I was very relieved to discover that there is a Debtors Anonymous (DA) movement in Australia.

And as well, the nearest chapter in Sydney had their weekly meetings only a short train-ride away in a nearby suburb.

I became excited with hope…

…until I read the Twelve Steps and saw the following in Step 2:

“Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.”

I’ve been an atheist since my mid-teens, and life experiences since then have reinforced that position.

That reference to “a Power greater than ourselves” stopped me cold.

If DA involved something like that, then perhaps it wasn’t for me.

I still bookmarked the site, but I turned away disappointed and thought about what else I could possibly do.

*

A month passed.

I took several steps to deal with my situation, and I started making some progress – but it was way too little and way too late, and I became even more scared.

As a result, I stopped returning calls and checking my post-office box. At first, I avoided collecting my mail for days at a time – but eventually, I stopped doing it for weeks at a time.

My self-created disaster area grew larger.

I couldn’t think of what else I could possibly do…

…so I returned to the DA site I’d bookmarked and reconsidered, especially after I read Step 3:

“Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God, as we understood Him” (emphasis theirs)

No, I wasn’t about to renounce my atheism so that I could go to DA…

…but thinking about Steps 2 and 3 together, how could and should I interpret them for my situation?

Some ideas started to form, and in a few weeks’ time I would be able to articulate what my Higher Power was.

But there and then, the first and most important thing was to get to DA because I needed help from myself.

I rang the contact number provided at the site.

*

A few days and ‘phone calls later, I was ready to go to the next meeting the following week.

I’d seen and heard a lot about AA meetings from others and in the media, but what were they really like?

I was nervous but also very curious about what perhaps lay in store at DA.

*

Finally, the big night arrived, and off I went.

Until the next installment in this series, stay well and take care 🙂

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