After a thoroughly humbling and exhilarating 4-year anniversary in AA, I came home watched two episodes of ‘Buffy’ with a heavy heart. It seems that my role as sometime caregiver to my aging mother is beginning to take its toll. I told all the folks at the meeting that I would be reaching out to other support groups for help, and I will.
It only took about 20 minutes on-line to fine the info that I need. I now have contact numbers, and a partial list of scheduled meetings all within 30 minutes of home. I will make some of them part of my week.
I need help.
I need to know that I am not alone.
I need to cry and speak to someone who really understands how frustrated, angry, and terrified I have become.
If there is one thing I have learned in AA it is to ask for help.
Thank HP for keeping me sober today.