A Personal Story of how an unwilling, defiant A.A. took Step Two

When I first came to A.A., I didn’t believe that I was an alcoholic… but I
could agree that I was slightly nuts. As a matter of fact, when I showed
up at the San Fernando Valley Central Office of A.A., on the morning of
December 28th, 1985, I was of the opinion that I had gone insane…. and
I was hoping that I could find someone at A.A. to pronounce me insane
and to validate my belief that I did not have a drinking problem.

Let’s face it. If I had a drinking problem, I might have to learn to control
my drinking… and I had already tried controlling my drinking and it didn’t work. I couldn’t control my drinking. I had come to realize that my drinking was killing me, but not drinking was just as lethal. At least
while I was drinking I was moderately sane… and when I was sober….. I
was totally nuts. I needed alcohol to live… but drinking alcohol was killing me. Sounded like insanity to me!