These were the words I uttered for the first time – what, must have been at least 3 months ago now. I had all these images of what it would be like to join a fellowship; my sister has been in NA (Narcotics Anonymous) for years, and I’ve even been to an open meeting once. I thought once I said those words, that would be it. Hard as it might be, I’d get “sober” like the dry alcoholic, the clean drug addict.

It hasn’t been like that at all.

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