09/01/2026
An R.A. member shares:
"I spend a great deal of time passing on what I learned to others who want and need it badly." RA's Multilith , page 6, Personal Stories, The Doctor's Nightmare
Forty-three years ago, my bottom hit me, I didn't hit it. Drowning in the mire of self-destructive behavior and knowing I had no sense of sanity, I could see my life fading away into meaningless nothingness. In a last ditch effort, I dragged myself to a meeting of an anonymous group I was familiar with, and I sat in the last chair in the last row.
This gem was the best thing that happened to me. I found it on a chair with a legal pad and pen. I copied it, enthusiastically. The words, "recovered, relieved, sanity" jumped out at me. It sounded so awesome after so many years of hearing it could never happen. Then the next thing was the speaker who said he recovered. He said if I hadn't done all Twelve Steps, and if I hadn't recovered, recovery was there for me when I did the whole 12. He put that paper in the four corners of the room. I picked it up, found those words and the instructions for how to recover in the Big Book, followed them, and recovered.